Page 67 of Bad Blood Wolf

Chapter 24

Jasmin’s jag was out before she could make a conscious decision. Brody needed her.

She gave heart-chilling scream like only a jaguar can, and attacked the window.

The trailer walls came apart under her claws like a tin can under a can opener. She ripped through them, snarling, but she was too late.

The man in the ski mask shot at Brody—once, twice—and she saw the trank darts bury themselves in his fur.

For a minute she thought they wouldn’t have an effect. Bastian had gone wolf and was trying to defend himself, and she knew she could take down the man in the mask. He was shouting into a radio. “Backup team! Immediate extraction! Additional target outside. Jaguar.”

He turned on her and aimed through the hole in the wall.

Jasmin ducked under the first dart, but she couldn’t get inside. Brody! Brody! Her jag was frantic, but she couldn’t make the hole big enough to get to him.

Then she heard an engine gunning behind her, a squeal of brakes. A black van skidded to a stop just behind Brody’s car.

Brody!

Jasmin was stuck in the wall, the trailer’s metal structure tearing at her skin. There were men, men everywhere, men and nets and guns.

And shock sticks.

They sparked in the men’s hands, and her jag lost her mind.

Flashbacks and sensations pounded at her. A fire hose knocking her across the room. No air. Dying. Shocks and more shocks and nerves on fire, jag human jag human can’t make it stop, don’t do what they want but it hurts hurts hurts

No! No! Not again! Never again!She fought like a wild thing, but in a panic. No thought, no strategy. Just pure fear.

Jasmin tore free of the net they tried to trap her with, twisting and backing away. They were everywhere, herding her toward the van, blocking her escape. She fought and darted and slashed, but she couldn’t get away, couldn’t get away…

She was near the front steps when they finally got her with one of the shock sticks. That familiar, terrible pain went through her. Her body seized, and her jag was gone. She was naked on the ground, clawing at the steps, desperate to keep them from dragging her away.

She knew it was futile, but she wouldn’t submit. She would never submit.

She saw something round and dark, half-buried in the snow that had drifted between the open steps.

Flynn’s tracker.

Jasmin closed her hand around it just as the men in the ski masks dragged her into the van. Half the back was closed off with wire mesh, forming a cage.

They threw her inside. She hit the wall, painfully, and slid to the floor.

In a few minutes, Brody was tossed in next to her. He was human again, but unconscious. Blood was running from several wounds, and his face and ribs were bruised.

Fucking Bastian. He was a dead wolf.

They shoved Adele in the cage too, a little more gently. She was also out cold.

The cage door slammed shut, the men in black piled into the back of the van, and it pulled away.

Flynn’s truck careened into the trailer park, Xander riding shotgun and Sloan in the back.

“Here,” Xander said, pointing to Brody’s car.

“Holy fuck,” Sloan said, as they came to a stop.

One whole side of the trailer was ripped apart, and the front door was half off its hinges.