Unstoppable (Their Shifter Academy #6) - May Dawson Page 0,11

Blake.

“They keep ramming the gates,” Chase’s voice was short, flat. “I don’t think I can hold the shield much longer.”

His magic shimmered across the gate, protecting it, but as I watched, it was beginning to fade around the edges. Sweat beaded across his forehead, but his face was stoic and determined.

“You don’t have to,” I promised, clapping his shoulder.

Without my wolf, at least my magic seemed stronger than it used to be. I wove the spell to reinforce the gate and blasted it out. My magic rippled across Chase’s fortifying his and taking the pressure off him to hold the spell.

But we didn’t just need to stop the rebel packs from breaking down the gates. We needed to get rid of them entirely.

“Give me the rifle,” I told Chase, reaching for it.

Clearborn and Silas had their trick of guiding bullets. I’d been practicing it when our patrol was on the range.

“Buy me some time, sir?” I asked, as I put the rifle into my shoulder.

He nodded and used his magic to raise the gravel in the driveway into a storm that attacked the pack outside the gates.

Now that they were distracted and not firing back at us, I could stick my head up from behind the barricades and look for targets. I picked them off one by one until they left the bodies behind and scrambled for the vehicles.

The last survivors peeled out in their trucks.

“We’ve got to wait for reinforcements to get here,” Clearborn said. “Don’t celebrate yet.”

He glanced at Penn, Chase and me. “Reinforcements are on the way, but there’s only a handful of us to hold the line for now.”

“And my brother,” Chase said, glancing at Blake.

Clearborn nodded. “You shouldn’t have been dragged into this, Blake, but now that you are, I’m glad we’ve got you on your side.”

Blake looked extremely doubtful about that. Maybe Clearborn was just being nice for once. I didn’t see a lot of that nice side of his; apparently he saved it for people who weren’t part of our team. I’d just tell myself that was because Clearborn had the highest expectations for our merry little band of degenerates, as he called us.

My phone rang just then.

Clearborn cocked an eyebrow at me as I reached to silence it.

“Stealthy,” he said, but once I saw that my sister was calling, I had to take it.

“Give me one second, since I don’t think we’re in imminent danger for once,” I asked. “It’s family trouble.”

Rosemary never called me. She’d told me she didn’t intend to talk to me anymore back on graduation day; if something had changed, she might be in danger.

I answered the phone. “Rosemary?”

“Hey,” she whispered. Wind noise made her voice hard to hear; she must’ve gone into the woods for some privacy. “Listen. Are you at the academy?”

“Yeah.”

“You guys have to be careful,” she said. “Dad, the alpha, they’re all planning some kind of attack on the academy. They think it’s the end of the packs as they are now—they think they’ve got the chance to wipe you all out while you’re wea—”

My heart was pounding. Had my pack betrayed the other wolves and aligned with the witches?

She suddenly broke off, and I could practically hear her heart hammering even over the line. I went silent, biting my lip, because I didn’t want any noise from my end to give her away if she needed to hide right now.

But then suddenly she screamed in my ear. I winced, and I realized everyone else had gone dead still, watching me. My heart was hammering, my vision narrowing with adrenaline, bu there was nothing I could do to help Rosemary from here.

“There you are,” the alpha growled in the distance. I could hear him just dimly; she must have dropped her phone in the grass. “I told you to stay in the house for your own safety.”

“I know,” she began.

“Then why don’t you ever listen?”

Even from a distance, the smack seemed loud to me. I closed my eyes, trying to push down my rage, because I wanted to kill the alpha so badly, and I couldn’t do that now.

But I would.

I always tried to push away the memories of what the alpha had done to me, of being chained in his yard, beaten and starving, but they washed over me now. The memories were never far away, but they felt more powerful now, because I could imagine him doing it to my sister.

I stayed on the line but I couldn’t hear anything else. She