Authors: Shelly Laurenston
Then he remembered Miki. Last he saw she was ducking and covering. Had she actually thought he’d hurt her? He was the least of her problems. But
Conall
wasn’t worried
about
Miki as much as he was worried
for
her. Because the one thing he knew about his woman was that she could take care of herself.
***
Miki charged down the stairs on the opposite side of the building. She heard the hyenas coming for her. They had the most disturbing howl she’d ever heard before. She had to force her body to move. All she really wanted to do was hide in a corner and cry. Anything to block out that sound.
She took two steps at a time, and stopped on the second floor. Then ran down the hallway until she hit
Conridge’s
office. By then they were snapping at her heels. She had just enough time to get into
Conridge’s
office and slam the door. She held her body against it and could feel them throwing themselves against it.
Seconds later
Conridge
was beside her. Her body against the door. The woman had thankfully changed clothes. She now wore a pullover sweater, jeans, and running shoes. It seemed she would need the running shoes.
“What the hell?”
“Hyenas.”
Even as
Conridge
locked the door, the two women continued to keep their bodies against it. But it wouldn’t last much longer. With every hit the hinges became weaker.
“We’ve got to get out of here.”
Conridge’s
eyes began to search the room for some escape. She didn’t have a window, but she had a vent. But Miki wasn’t about to get trapped in that with hyenas on her ass.
Her
amped
up Stop the Bark tragically still sat in her backpack with her house keys, and there was no way to get to it without heading back toward the hyenas.
No way
. And she needed to kill these things, not incapacitate them.
“Is there any chance in hell you have a gun?”
“Bottom drawer on the left.” When Miki just stared at her, “I don’t have claws, Ms. Kendrick. So I had to find other ways to protect myself. You know the world does not revolve around the Magnus Pack. The Van Holtz Pack has its own enemies.”
Fair enough
. Miki left
Conridge
to hold the door while she tore through her drawer. She almost cried when she found two loaded
SigSauer
P239s. The P239s were compact and fit her hand pretty well. Both were .357s, so there were only seven rounds per magazine but, bless her,
Conridge
had extra clips already filled with ammo. She liked this woman more and more.
Miki stuck one gun in the back of her jeans and several already loaded clips in her front jean pocket. Then she stood in front of the door and dropped to her knees. She leveled the weapon in both hands and watched the door as the hyenas on the other side relentlessly pounded away trying to get to her. She watched the movement of the door. The way it buckled and where it buckled. She listened to the sounds they made when they made contact with the wood. Then she waited for that “click” inside her head.
Conridge
watched her but didn’t say anything. When Miki finally spoke, she was ready.
“Move.”
Conridge
took several quick steps back and covered her ears. Miki took one more second to clear her mind and body and then she shot three rounds through the door. She heard yelps of pain and surprise and then nothing.
After a minute,
Conridge
stepped forward and listened at the door.
“I don’t hear anything.” She put her hand on the doorknob. “Be ready,” was all she said before she eased the door open and glanced into the hallway. “Holy shit.” Miki looked at her professor. It was the first time she ever heard the woman utter anything except “hell” and the occasional “damn.”
“You’re a hell of shot, Ms. Kendrick.”
Miki stood up and went to the door. She pulled it completely open, the gun out but at an angle so she didn’t accidentally kill someone important. There were three hyenas dead on the floor. Miki frowned.
“There were six on the stairs that
Conall
wasn’t fighting,” she whispered. She pulled the other gun out of her waistband. She offered it to
Conridge
, but the older woman shook her head. “I’m not the best shot.” She gazed at the hyena corpses. “Not like you.”
Miki shrugged. She’d been smart enough to learn to shoot with both hands. Amazing what you can get done when you’re under house arrest.
She had both guns out and low at her sides. Then she stepped into the hallway. She saw them silently moving at her from both directions from the corners of her eyes. She raised both weapons and fired.
Two went down immediately. One kept coming. So she turned and fired, brain and skull splattering the walls.
“We need to get into Craig’s lab.”
“I’ve got keys.”
Conridge
grabbed her purse and put it over her shoulders. Miki re-traced her steps to head back up to the third floor where she could find Craig’s lab,
Conridge
right behind her.
She thought about
Conall
. She could hear the Pack fighting outside the building. The wolves would be outnumbered. Hyena clans could have up to 40 members. The thought of anything happening to
Conall
almost sent her skidding into full-blown panic. But freaking out now wouldn’t help him or her.
She knew what Craig kept in his lab. She’d put it there herself. And she knew what it could do. Hell, she’d invented it. And if she had time, she’d probably realize that using her invention was the dumbest thing she could do. But she had the feeling that she didn’t have time to come up with anything else. Time was something they no longer had.
She walked onto the third floor and stopped cold. It was
Leucrotta
. He had only shifted partially and was on top of one of the wolves. A female. She was out cold and it seemed that
Leucrotta
had been sniffing her.
He looked at Miki and smiled. An unbelievably sharp row of small but deadly fangs revealed. He stood up and shifted almost completely back to human…except for the teeth. He walked toward her and she raised both guns.
Conridge
was behind her. “He’s human.”
“So?”
“You kill him now, he stays human.” Well, that would be difficult to explain to the cops. And she wasn’t sure she was ready to actually blow a human away. That actually might bother her… at least for a little while.
“She’s right. You don’t want to kill me now, Miki.” His voice was like a hiss. The sound went across her skin and raised the hair on the back of her neck. If she had been wolf, her hackles would have been standing straight up right across her back. “Besides, don’t you like my little congratulations party for you, Dr. Kendrick?”
“Are you working with the Pride?”
“That’ll be a cold day in hell.” He was still moving toward her and she could feel
Conridge’s
hand gripping the back of her shirt. The woman was having a minor freak out.
“So then what do you want?”
He shrugged. “How should I know? This fight belongs to the females. They just tell me what to do and I do it because I like doing it. And they told me to tear your Pack apart and to feed on your entrails.”
Miki snorted. “Melodramatic bullshit.” Then she lowered the gun and pulled the trigger. Twice.
Leucrotta
went down screaming. Both knees blown out.
She heard
Conridge
gasp behind her. “Oh, my.”
She glanced at the woman over her shoulder. “You said not to kill him. You didn’t say anything about his knees.”
***
One of them ripped a good chunk out of
Conall’s
thigh with their claws and he roared in anger. Especially when he felt the poison began to seep into his blood stream.
Fuckers
.
He tore its throat out and flipped it up and over his back.
He was lucky. The whole Clan wasn’t there. With a full Clan, he’d have been dead. But there was still twelve left. Five he’d already killed where lying in the building. Another three were lying on the ground at his feet. He could only hope that Miki grabbed the SUV keys out of his discarded jeans and made it to the parking lot where he’d left it. He could only hope that she would be safe. That was all he cared about now.
Another set of jaws locked on the back of his neck. Billy
Dunwich
tackled it and ripped its leg off as he hit the ground.
Conall
faced another one and that’s when he smelled her. With her going into heat, it came to him a lot sooner.
“Hi. Am I interrupting anything important?”
They all turned to look at her.
Conall
gave a warning bark. She needed to move her ass. The hyenas wouldn’t be distracted for long. She just surprised them with her sudden appearance.
But it was the look in her eye that caught his attention. And the fact that she had her hands behind her back. And she was standing just a little too cutesy for the Miki Kendrick he knew. With one leg cocked slightly in toward her other leg, her head tilted. Like a little girl.
Then it hit him. She was
trying
to look non-threatening. But why? He decided not to wait to find out. He looked at the other wolves and, as one, they turned and ran.
***
Miki had their attention and it was damn scary. Those cold animal eyes staring at her. Sizing her up. Wondering what bits to eat first. But she needed
Conall
and the Pack to move. Now. But if she warned them then the hyenas would know too. She knew from Sara that they could understand everything. They thought, heard, and saw as if they were still human.
Then, suddenly,
Conall
and the Pack high tailed it out of there. She didn’t know what clued him in, but she wasn’t going to worry about it. A few of the hyenas watched the Pack run. They weren’t a stupid breed. In fact, they were the exact opposite. They would know something was up, so she had to move now or lose her opportunity.
She raised her two guns. The hyenas stared at her for a moment and then began… laughing? It took every ounce of inner strength she had not to curl up into the fetal position and start crying for her grandmother. But, her grandmother was a strong, mean woman and she would have told her to get her shit together anyway.
But she knew what they were laughing at. She didn’t have enough bullets in those two guns to take out all the Clan members in front of her. She may kill a few, but the rest would just tear her apart.
But she already knew that.
“Now!” The female wolf that
Leucrotta
had been sniffing stepped out of the shadows and tossed a mason jar, filled with the clear liquid Miki had created so many years ago, into the air. Miki raised one of the guns and fired. The jar exploded over the hyenas and, within seconds, flames covered their bodies.
A chemical flame that as soon as it touched the fur on the first hyena spread over the entire body within seconds. As it tried to shake it off, it got too close to another hyena and the flame spread. That was the beauty of her concoction, and one of the reasons her government had tried to get her to produce it for them. It wasn’t like regular fire. It almost took on a life of its own, jumping from victim to victim as long as they were in a ten-foot range. And it only went after flesh, fur, or skin. The buildings, trees, even the grass would be largely unaffected except for a few burn marks that she never could figure out how to get rid of before she stopped working on the experiments all together.
The hyenas began to go up as the wolf female tossed the other bottle on the opposite side and Miki shot that one as well. Then the female lobbed one to the right and left of the hyenas. Miki shot all of them without any problems. It was like skeet shooting. And she only needed four bullets for that.
A ring of fire surrounded the hyenas. A fire that wouldn’t spread out but in. Once again, a little extra “thing” about her concoction. By the time the fire department showed up, they’d find a pile of hyena ash and a fire that would go out in about five more minutes without water or a fire extinguisher.
“Go!” The female took off running. Two hyenas, untouched by the flame, charged Miki. She fired both guns then. One crumpled on impact. The other flipped head over tail.
Miki ran. Two hyenas still on her ass. Unfortunately they hadn’t been close enough to the fire to be hurt. If she stopped to shoot, they’d take her down. She saw
Conridge
pull up in a mini-van. A typical mom car. Thankfully it had automated doors that slid open at her approach. Miki dove for it but hyena teeth grabbed onto her calf.
She had on jeans but those strong jaws went right through to the flesh beneath. “Motherfucker!” Miki kicked with her free foot, but the hyena wouldn’t let go. It yanked and dragged her out of the van, flipping her to her back. That’s when she fired. She couldn’t get a clean head shot without shooting herself in the foot, so she shot it in the ass. It yelped and danced away. The second one came for her. She aimed the gun, her finger about to pull the trigger. But then suddenly the female who had been helping her shifted back to wolf in mid-flight and took the hyena down. She twisted its neck and snapped it.