41. Sage
Sage
The property is enormous, but when we see the dark, tomblike shape of the warehouse, I just know that’s where he’s got her. It’s like a gothic castle. Just something an egotist like this would love.
Blaze wrenches the wheel in that direction, taking us over there. It takes forever, but then we’re slamming to a stop, everyone exploding out of the car. The wind is warm, and the air carries the scent of violence, decay, and blood.
I don’t wait for my pack, I head towards a huge black hole that is the open doors, only to stop when people step into the space, blocking the way. Burly idiots who want to die. Who are between me and my omegas.
Not today.
“Are you kidding me?” I snarl.
“Oh, disciples of crazy, how cute,” Blaze says with a tiny, dreamy smile. “Go deal with it, honey.”
I cast him a reproachful look but rush in, moving so quickly that they are stunned into stillness until they realise I’ve put three on the floor. I elbow the fourth, breaking his nose and taking his weapon, shooting him in the throat.
I dispassionately watch as the others struggle.
“You are between me and my omegas. Do you really want to stay there?”
They glance at each other but don’t move.
“So be it.”
I dive into them using all the training my parents taught me.
I’m cold, I’m empty. All I have is this horrible thought that my omegas are on the other side of this line of enemies.
I break a knee, steal another weapon, and empty the clip into his head, then I slam the butt into the face of the guy who is trying to stab me.
He falls back, spitting out a mouthful of teeth and blood. I grab his head and twist sharply. With a crack, his life is gone, and he collapses onto the ground.
“Baby, there are three more over there.” Blaze points out with perfect poise.
I cast an even more reproachful look. “You could help.”
“I’m saving myself.”
“You aren’t a virginal bride, Blaze!” I snap.
Blaze laughs. King mutters something, but before he can speak, Roseland is there, and my god, the alpha can move with grace.
He’s vicious and violent in all the sexiest ways. He ends up pressed against my back, fighting with me, and it’s the most right thing that ever was.
“I knew we’d do some brotherly bonding sooner or later.”
Roseland grunts. “Is this a kink? Are you going to get off on us being stepbrothers forever?”
“I killed our parents for you. Surely, you can afford me my fantasies.”
“Fine, but kill faster. I want to go get our omegas out of here. If you get them safely out, I will give you a year of brother fantasies.”
“How can I turn that down? I shall fight for you, my brother, my love.”
His low growl matches my deep laugh.
I spin and kick, turning some poor fool into a soprano. He screams, but the sound is snatched when Aaron shoves a knife into his throat.
“You are so fucking hot, Brother.”
“Shut up!”
We work as a team, in silence, driving these idiots who dare try to keep us from our omega back. Step by step, body by body, until we stand in the darkened shadow of the door. I step inside, and the shadow comes down on me like a blanket of doom.
I wonder what we’re going to find and what will happen.
She will be alive.
Unharmed.
So will Daega.
Roseland stands beside me on my right, Blaze on my left. Rolly and King glance at us and slink off into the dark in different directions. Hunting.
Inside, I hear machinery creak, the sound of someone talking. I move towards it, listening, trying to hear her.
Skeletons of dead beasts of machinery lay dormant in the darkness.
Leaves and dirt make walking silently almost impossible, but I slide through it all with just a whisper.
The scent is something I can’t place; there’s too much here, but it reminds me of those years locked in concrete rooms, being beaten and pushed until my body gave out.
It reminds me of pain.
Her voice hits me hard, a sound I recognise and have been longing to hear.
My whole self focuses on that sound, and everything in me becomes crystal sharp and deadly.
“Okay, baby,” Blaze whispers in my ear. “Go get her.”
The leash holding me back snaps.