Page 49 of Hunted By the Wolves
A truck slid into pace with them, suspension groaning as it matched their speed.
The Razorbacks.
“Get in the back!”Jarek bellowed through the open window, already fighting the wheel.“Tell me where to go!”
They didn’t slow.
Dorian and Rafe shifted back mid-motion, bones snapping, muscle tearing and reforming as they vaulted into the truck bed.The impact knocked the air from their lungs.Gravel sprayed up in a violent arc as Aleksy floored it, the engine screaming like it might tear itself apart.
“There!”Dorian shouted over the wind and the roar of the motor, pointing hard.“Eastern spur—industrial routes.He’s avoiding main roads.Don’t slow down.”
Aleksy let out a bark of laughter that held no humor.“Wasn’t planning to.”
The truck flew.
Streetlights blurred into streaks of amber.The road narrowed, asphalt giving way to cracked concrete and then hard-packed dirt.Dorian leaned into the wind, senses stretched to the breaking point.
Riley’s scent grew stronger.
Sharper.
Undeniable.
Then—stopped.
Every instinct in him locked tight.
“She’s here,” Rafe growled, voice gone rough.“They’ve stopped.”
The warehouse rose out of the dusk like a rot-scarred beast squatting at the edge of Spokane—corrugated steel walls streaked with rust, windows broken or boarded over, a single floodlight burning near the loading bay.Light spilled through the gaps, harsh and deliberate.
A trap.
They didn’t hesitate.
They shifted.
The breach was violent.
Steel screamed as doors buckled inward and walls gave way beneath the combined force of two wolves and two razorbacks hitting it at full speed.The sound echoed, tearing through the cavernous space.
Inside, the air was thick with the stink of blood, oil, and decay.Chains rattled.Concrete dust hung heavily.Three hybrids charged them, massive and misshapen, limbs disproportionate, eyes burning with feral hunger.
Dorian saw Riley.
Hanging.
Unconscious.
Chained to a ceiling joist like a trophy, her head slumped forward, hair matted dark with blood.
Something inside him shattered.
The fight that followed was savage.
No finesse.No restraint.Just violence layered over violence.Dorian took a blade to the thigh, felt bone scrape, felt ribs crack under a crushing blow.Rafe slammed into his side, steadying him even as they fought back-to-back, tearing hybrids down with teeth and claw and sheer refusal to fall.
They killed them.
