Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
MIKO
Biters poured into the station.
Lance’s shifters fired their guns into the dead, trying to get a grip on the situation. But after the first two shooters at the top of the escalator were quickly overwhelmed, dying horrible, screaming deaths, the others broke into a run.
In a rage, Lance fired bullets into the frenzy. The shotgun’s boom was like thunder, his aim way off. He killed two of his own before taking out one speedie.
Not the type of guy to let an opportunity pass me by, I kicked Lance’s legs out from under him, snatching the shotgun. He roared. I kicked his teeth out, then stomped on his chest, breaking his ribs. He wheezed, coughing up blood.
That face. I hated that fucking face, that attitude, that ego. I hated him when I’d slept with him, and I hated him now.
Fuck with my pack, I fuck with your face.
The biters were almost upon us.
I gave the command. “Follow me.”
Cate scooped Joseph into her arms.
“Hold—”
James killed a fox shifter trying to stop us, punching him so hard in the face his neck snapped from the whiplash.
Paige, pushing through her pain, took down another with a solid right hook.
Their bodies were biter fodder to buy us time.
“Miko! You—” Lance tried to bellow, his words cut off by pain.
I looked back, hoping to God this would be his final night on Earth. But that annoying determination got him back on his feet. He lumbered after us, a gun-less shifter beside him.
We reached the train.
“Get to the driver’s cab!” I ordered.
Tube trains were bookended by driver cabs, but one was closer than the other.
“What about you?” James asked.
“I’m coming.” I aimed the shotgun at Lance.
This would be his final night on Earth. The fucker was going down once and for all.
I pulled the trigger seconds too late. The shifter veered left, away from the direction of my pack, the bullet exploding in his lackey’s chest.
Fuck it!
I pumped the slide, spent shells clattering to the ground.
Shit. No more shells.
Lance laughed, running down the platform. Speedies followed him, landing on his fallen comrade, more coming after me.
Okay. I knew when I was outnumbered.
I followed my pack down the train, closing each door between the carriages behind me. Biters slammed into them, pounding, hissing. It wouldn’t be long before they broke their way through.
The driver’s door stood open, James gesturing for me to move my arse.
“Thank God,” he sighed when I joined him in the cab.
I slammed the door, the lock broken. “Is there anything to hold this shut?”
He shook his head.
“Then let’s get the fuck out of here.”
The rest of my pack waited on the tracks. I returned to my place in point, leading them through the London underground tunnels without knowing the direction, trying to be quick.
Where was Daria? She’d done this. Granted, she’d helped us massively. But now what?
Keep going. Just keeping going.
Orion…
Thump, thump.
Thump, thump.
Fuck this.
Fuck this.
Fuck. This.