“The wolf,” she answered.
Elizabeth glanced over her shoulder back into the hallway, where she should have seen the legs of the wolf she’d jabbed with the dart. He was nowhere to be seen.
“Looks like we’re doing this the hard way. Can you shift?”
She shook her head. “No, they pumped us full of some type of sleeping sedative that targets only our animals.”
Elizabeth shoved the daggers back into their sheaths and used the strength of her dragon and her immortal speed, yanking the doors off the hinges and throwing them toward the two empty cells. “I’ll lead,” she hollered over her shoulder as she yanked the last door off.
The missing women were among them.
The last woman was crouched in the corner. Her dirty brunette hair hung in her face.
“Leave her. She’ll just slow us down,” the woman from the first cell yelled.
“We’re all leaving this hellhole,” Elizabeth answered. She stepped into the cell and lifted the woman off the ground.
She brushed the hair out of the woman’s face and paused. The woman’s violet eyes stared back at her, but she still didn’t say a word.
Elizabeth guided the woman by her arm leading her to the others. She met the woman’s gaze. “You need to keep up.” She pushed her will toward the other woman, just to find herself hitting a brick wall.
Elizabeth glanced at one of the other shifters. “Help her.”
She left her, moving to the front of the pack. “Stay close, and stay low.” She pulled out her gun, holding it in a tight grip in front of her. She moved swiftly down the halls, backtracking toward the exit. She paused at each hallway, taking out a few of the shifters, charging them before ushering the girls past. By the time she got to the end of the hall, her clip was empty, and smoke was filling the halls. She pushed through the door and ran out, the women hot on her heels. They made the tree line, and about half a mile to the extraction point, she yelled to the group. “Head 100 yards north.”
“Wait. What about you?” the woman with the violet eyes asked, trying to urge her to continue with them.
“I’ve got to help the others. Head to the extraction point.”
Shots rang out in the night air behind her, coming from the warehouse. “Run, and don’t stop.”
Elizabeth shoved the gun into her jeans with no bullets left in the chamber. She pulled the daggers off her back and headed back toward the others. She wouldn’t leave the others behind if there was a remote chance they needed her help. Ten yards to the clearing, she skidded to a stop. The barrel of a gun pointed at her chest.
“I knew you were going to be a problem,” Jennifer Smith sneered. “I told Patrick we hadn’t seen the last of you.”
“Jennifer?” Elizabeth tightened her hold on the only weapons she had left. The scent of bear made her heart hammer in her chest. The unmistakable smell of Rhys drifted to her nose on the wind. She needed answers before she killed this bitch. Needed to know if there were more labs, more people she would kill. “Why are you doing this?”
“To rid the world of your kind,” she smiled. “That’s right. My husband told me what you are.” She paced to get a better angle. “The General hates shifters as much as I do.”
“You’re the one behind all of this?” Elizabeth asked, narrowing her eyes. “No…you aren’t, are you? You’re not smart enough for this.”
“Smart enough to see you coming a mile away. It’s a shame I can’t kill your animals before watching you die.” Jennifer narrowed her eyes and lifted the gun, ready to pull the trigger.
Rhys sprinted from behind a tree, covering Elizabeth’s body and blocking her from the weapon as Jennifer pulled the trigger. He grimaced as he held on to her with one hand, using the other to cover the blood pooling out onto his shirt.
“She’s using silver bullets.” He grimaced. His words were whispered. “I love you.”
“No….” the woman screamed. “That was meant for her.”
Elizabeth didn’t wait another second. She used her strength to propel the dagger, slicing it through the air, and the silver landed directly in the woman’s chest. The gun fell from her hand, and Jennifer gripped the handle as if to pull the dagger free.
“Not this time.” Elizabeth threw the other dagger, embedding the blade into the woman’s brain. Her body dropped to the ground.
“Rhys.” Elizabeth eased him over. His eyes were closed, and his head lolled to the side. She felt for a pulse. It was faint beneath her fingertips.
Evan,she screamed in her head.He’s dying.
Seconds passed that seemed like minutes. She’d shoved up her sleeve, ready to open her vein and have him feed from her as a last resort, when Evan appeared by her side, moving her out of the way to get a better look.
