Jace (River Pack Wolves 2) (Paranormal Romance) (19 page)

That was something worth dying for.

Jace opened his eyes just as the guard swiped his key card across the door to his cell.

He glanced at Piper. “Tell my brothers.” He wanted them to know the truth about him—she would know what to do.

Then he closed his eyes and summoned his wolf.

Piper watched as Jace shifted, her mouth dropping open in awe.

It was fast, over in an instant, but in that split second of time, the man she had fallen in love with transformed from a sexy ex-Army Specialist to the most magnificent beast she had ever seen. He was
huge.
Jace had said his wolf was twice the size of a normal one, but that wasn’t even close. The wolf stood as tall as the guard who had just swiped open his cage—he could stare the guard in the face, eye to eye. Only the guard’s face was slack with shock. Jace’s black fur was ragged and bristled out, his fangs bared with drool dripping to the floor in fat drops. A growl started low inside the beast’s chest and slowly rumbled up from the depths.

It reached a peak just as the wolf lunged.

The guard was so immobilized by the sight of this enormous creature coming for him that he barely got an arm up to defend himself—and it was the one holding the key card. The wolf clamped his jaws on the guard’s arm and shook it. The card went flying, and the man finally screamed as his arm was shredded. The monster wolf barely fit through the narrow door of his cell, and as he surged through, he sent a shudder through the rest of his cage and Piper’s as well. He rampaged out into the open space of the hangar between the cells and storage bins, heading straight for the medical suites at the far end. Shouts erupted, and more screams rang out as Jace’s wolf disarmed the panic-stricken guards by clamping down on their gun-wielding arms and tossing them like rag dolls against the cages. Piper was momentarily mesmerized by the insane amount of power in Jace’s wolf form, the snarling fury of it… but she had a job to do in these precious few seconds he was buying them.

She rushed to the front of her cage and thrust her arm through the bars—the key card was just out of reach!
Dammit.
She yanked off her boot and used that to extend her reach, just barely nabbing the card and sliding it toward her. Jace’s wolf had drawn everyone’s attention—the few guards who had been loitering near the cages on her side of the hangar had quickly rushed toward the melee of people trying to contain the oversized beast. He was surrounded by a dozen of them now, and several shots rang out across the metal-and-concrete confines of the hangar.

Piper wrenched away from watching him, hurrying to do her part. She quickly swiped open her own door but left it just slightly ajar. Then she rushed to Owen and passed him the card.

“Keep passing it down,” she said breathlessly, “and keep it quiet. We need to all spring at once. The last one in the line gives the signal—then we all go. Do it
fast,
Owen.” She glanced back at Jace’s wolf fighting off attacks from all sides but still moving. “He doesn’t have much time.”

Owen dashed to unlock his own door and sprinted to the far side of his cell to pass the key card and the message along. There was a long line of cells in Owen’s direction. Piper couldn’t bridge the gap of Jace’s cage next to hers—they would have to liberate those prisoners, as well as the others on the far side of the hangar, separately. But an initial rush of a dozen or so prisoners on the loose should be enough to cause panic… and give them a fighting chance.

If only Jace could hold out that long.

She hurried back to the door of her cell, now slightly ajar, and gripped the bars as she watched Jace’s wolf fight for his life—and theirs.

Piper’s heart beat loudly in her chest, one steady pound at a time. Jace was getting hit—some of those shots had to find their target—but he was taking them out as well. The guards with guns fared the worst. Their screams as they were slammed against the concrete floor or steel-barred cages echoed throughout the hangar. Several scrambled to get larger rifles. Piper prayed they only held tranq darts… a prayer answered by the whooshing sound they made when they fired. But tranq darts were ineffective against Jace’s wolf, just as they had been in Afghanistan… at least so far. The beast charged the men trying to pump more darts into him, scattering them and causing even more panic. He really was a spectacle to behold. She understood why Jace would think such a beast was made for destruction only. But she knew better. Even in this fight, he wasn’t killing people—just disabling them, tearing into their arms and knocking them unconscious so they could no longer shoot at him.

Still… shot after shot rang out. A hot tear coursed down Piper’s face as she waited, trembling at the door, trapped by this plan of hers to have most of the prisoners free before the guards were aware. She glanced nervously at Owen in the cage next door. He shook his head.
Not yet.
She gripped the bars of the cage harder and gritted her teeth.

She didn’t know how much longer she could stand to wait.

If only Jace would just
kill
the men—tear out their throats, so they couldn’t keep coming back for more. Pumping more bullets into his body. He was
enormous—
and his hide must be amazingly thick to keep going this long—but he was still taking an enormous beating.

Jace’s good nature was going to get him killed.

Her father and Agent Smith cowered in one of the medical suites, hiding behind the gurneys. The shifters who were strapped down were struggling to free themselves.

Jace must’ve noticed them struggling, too. He lunged toward the trapped prisoners—or maybe he was going after her father—right when a shout came from the cages. All at once, the doors flung open, and a dozen burly shifter men raced out. Piper burst from her cage as well and sprinted across the open floor as fast as her human legs would carry her. She couldn’t shift, just like the other prisoners, but she was heading straight for Jace, determined to get him out of the fight—he’d already taken too many hits. A quick glance behind her showed one of the prisoners staying behind with the key card, rapidly running between the cages and liberating the rest.

The hangar was in complete chaos.

The guards had scattered, no longer focused on containing Jace’s wolf, now that the prisoners were roaming free. They were vastly outnumbered, and while most of the prisoners couldn’t shift, they made up for it with pent-up rage—a full on melee broke out.

Her father stood, paralyzed with fear, watching as Jace’s wolf used his razor-sharp claws to shred the bindings holding the prisoners down. Piper arrived at his side just in time to see her father snap out of his daze and draw his pistol.

Piper shrieked, “Watch out!”

But Jace’s wolf was intent on his task and didn’t seem to hear her.

Her father fired, nearly point-blank, and Jace’s beast was thrown back by the force of it. He slumped below the gurney, ripping the last shreds of the bindings free. Her father scurried around the metal bed, obviously planning to pump the rest of his bullets into Jace’s fallen body, but Piper blocked her father’s way. She didn’t have claws to rake across his face, but she managed to take him by surprise, scratching at his face with her human hands… and more importantly, she knocked the gun free. It tumbled across the floor. Her father snarled at her and shoved her aside. Then he shifted and lunged at Jace, taking him on, wolf to wolf. Jace was injured—several spots were matted dark with blood on his chest and arms and legs. That was the only reason her father had any chance at all.

But it didn’t matter—Jace’s wolf howled in rage and rolled her father’s wolf form easily. Jace’s beast quickly had him pinned, with his massive jaws clamped around her father’s throat.

Piper hesitated… her father deserved to die for the things he had done. To her. To Noah. To who knew how many innocent shifters. All because he wanted more power and prestige. He was a terrible, terrible man. But Jace didn’t deserve to be a murderer. She knew how much that would weigh on him, and no matter how much her father deserved it. Piper didn’t want Jace to be the one who carried that burden for the rest of his life.

Jace was hesitating, growling and drooling all over her father’s neck pinched tight by his fangs. Piper wished she could shift so she could hear his thoughts… but it was obvious he was in turmoil. She slowly approached the giant, snarling beast with her hands up. The chaos around them dimmed. She didn’t know where Noah or Owen or either of Jace’s brothers were—the entire world telescoped down to just her and Jace and her father’s life held in the balance.

Jace’s wolf hadn’t heard her before—when she warned him—and she wasn’t sure if the wolf was in control or Jace was. Or if he would even recognize her words. But she spoke softly as she edged toward him, reaching out a hand. “You don’t have to kill him.” If he could understand her words, he was probably the only one who could hear her over his own snarls and her father’s pathetic whimpering and begging for his life.

Jace’s wolf growled at her—not a warning or a threat. Somehow she knew it was a rebuttal—he wanted to end it, right here, right now. 

Jaxson appeared out of nowhere with a tranquilizer gun. He pointed it at Jace’s neck.

“No!” Piper shouted, turning and holding both hands out to stop him. She moved her body between Jaxson’s tranq gun and Jace’s wolf. He was already injured, already had who knew how many darts in him. He might not survive another.

“Piper, you don’t understand,” Jaxson said, but his voice carried heartbreak. “He’s not himself. I have to stop him. He would want this.”

“He’s
not
a wild animal,” Piper said, harshly. “He’s your brother! And he’ll listen to me. I know he will.”

Jared appeared at his brother’s side, carrying a pistol, but not pointing it at anyone. He quickly scanned the situation. “Let her try, Jaxson. His beast won’t harm her.”

“You don’t know that,” Jaxson hissed at his brother. But he hesitated a long moment, then slowly lowered the muzzle of the tranq gun.

Piper turned back to Jace and reached out to the flank of his wolf. “I know you would never hurt me,” she whispered to him. His jaws were still tight around her father’s neck—his face was turning red. “But you don’t have to do this, Jace. The Colonel can never hurt me again. You’ve stopped him. He’s not going to hurt
anyone
again. You don’t need to take his life to stop him.”

Jace’s wolf shook its head, disagreeing with her and digging deeper into her father’s throat. The Colonel yelped, an undignified sound, but she ignored it. She worked her fingers into Jace’s thick coat, caressing him, petting his wolf, reassuring him with her touch.

He stopped snarling, and a soft whine leaked around his bared fangs.

“It’s all right,” she said, sliding her hand up to his head and rubbing him behind the ears. His eyes swung to her, large and dark and round—they were so full of soul, it nearly wrenched her heart out of her chest. “I can’t have you going to jail, Jace River. I’m staying, and you promised to love me.”

Jace’s wolf opened his jaws and released her father. In one swift movement, he shifted back to human, and suddenly stood before her, tall and gorgeous and naked, with the most loving look in his human eyes, just like his wolf. She threw herself into his arms. If they weren’t still in the middle of
everything,
she would’ve hauled him off to a dark corner and made furious love to him.

She loved this man so much.

With Jace safely in her arms, Owen appeared out of the crowd and grabbed hold of her father, hoisting him up from the floor and holding a gun to his head. “Make a move, old man, and I’d be happy to put a bullet in you. Consider it payback.”

The red drained from her father’s face, but Piper couldn’t have cared less if he felt threatened. He
should.
Now that the crisis was past, she glanced around the rest of the hangar. The guards were either disabled, lying on the floor clutching their bloody wounds, or also being held at gunpoint by one of the prisoners. Piper scanned the scattered group, looking for Noah. He broke away from menacing a guard and hurried to her side. Jace released her just as her brother arrived, and she hugged him hard.

When she pulled back, she gripped his cheeks in both hands. “Tell me you’re okay,” she demanded, tears threatening to choke her words.

He gave that silly crooked grin he’d always had. “Now that my big sister is here to rescue me, things are looking up.”

Piper shoved him back with both hands.
“You
are such a pain in my ass, little brother!” She had to struggle to chastise him through the tears, shaking a furious finger at him. “Next time you run off to do something stupid, like volunteer for a dark program, let me know first! Do you know how hard it was to track you down?”

Noah shook his head and glanced at Owen holding his father. “I hate it when you’re right, Piper. I should’ve known better.”

“Damn straight.” She grabbed him and hugged him again.

“But you
do
always bring the party with you, sis.” He held her tight, and when she pulled back, he had a smile on his face. He slid a look to Jace. “And your boyfriend is a hell of a fighter.” Noah extended his hand, and Jace shook it.