Warrior (Relentless #4)(60)

Chris was sitting up, inspecting a wound in his thigh when I got back to him. “It’s nothing,” he said when I knelt beside him.

Something glinted on the ground, and I picked up a twisted piece of metal. “Silver bullets.”

“I guess the humans were willing to work with the vampires but not willing to trust them.” He grimaced as he used a knife to dig out the slug before he let his demon healing take over. “Fuck!” he muttered when he pried the piece of bloody silver from his leg.

“You two okay?” Erik called, running toward us.

Chris stood, waving off the hand I extended to him. “We’re good. You take out the gate?”

Erik reached us. “Yeah.”

I looked at the house. If the people inside hadn’t realized they had company, they did now.

“We need to find those trolls before something happens to them,” I said.

“How do you want to do this?” Erik asked.

“You guys take the front. Chris and I will go around the back. If you find the trolls, don’t touch them. The last thing you want is their parents coming after you.”

“Understood.”

Chris and I set off around the house. Just as we reached the back corner, loud growls split the air, followed by snapping and barking.

“What the hell are they doing here?” I raced around the corner to find the werewolves locked in a battle with two vampires. The black wolf dodged the clawed hand that came at his face, and then he lunged to wrap his powerful jaws around the vampire’s throat. There was a loud snap as he shook the limp body like a rag doll and tossed it aside. He turned to help his friend, but the rusty-haired wolf had already finished off his vampire.

I scanned the grounds, but there was no sign of Sara, and I couldn’t sense her nearby. She and the troll must still be with the car. I stalked toward the two werewolves, intending to send them back to Sara before they got themselves hurt. I did not want to deal with an angry Alpha on top of everything else today.

A shot rang out. The black wolf staggered, and an agonized whine escaped his lips as he collapsed to the ground.

“Chris,” I shouted, running for the wolves as more bullets hit the ground.

“On it,” he yelled back.

I hit Peter and knocked him to the ground. It was impossible to cover both wolves, so I tried to protect their heads and upper bodies from the bullets. Silver was harmless to Mohiri, but it could be fatal to werewolves.

“Got him,” Chris called a few seconds later.

I rolled off the wolves and knelt on the ground. Peter leapt to his feet, but Roland lay on the ground panting heavily. He whined when I turned him onto his side to look at his wound.

My gut clenched when I saw his bloody chest, and all I could think of was how devastated Sara would be if anything happened to him.

I pulled out my phone and tossed it at Peter’s feet. “Call your father and tell him Roland needs medical help immediately.”

Peter shifted and grabbed the phone. “He’ll be okay though, right?”

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “He’s been hit in the chest with a silver bullet.”

Peter blanched, “S-silver?”

“Yes. I told you two to stay put. Where is Sara?” I barked at him.

“She’s with Remy,” he answered shakily. “In-in there.”

He pointed at the house, and my stomach dropped like a rock.





Chapter 11





I shot to my feet and raced inside. I heard fighting upstairs, but I tried to block it out and focus on Sara. Halfway down the hallway, I felt her. I ran to an open door with a set of stairs leading down into what had to be the cellar. Uttering a silent prayer that she was okay, I descended the stairs, bracing myself for what I might find.

Nothing could have prepared me for the sight that greeted me at the bottom. I’d seen a lot of strange things in my time, but a pair of hellhounds lying meekly on the floor like house dogs was definitely not one of them. The beasts raised their heads and growled at my arrival, but neither moved to attack.

Voices floated to me from beyond a rounded archway, and relief flooded me when I recognized Sara and Remy.

“Stop!” Sara cried out, her voice shrill with fear and pain.

I ran around the hellhounds to the doorway and stopped short when I saw Sara walking calmly to a glass cage rippling with red electricity. Demon fire. Inside the cage huddled three small trolls who cried piteously as Sara neared them.

Her hands grabbed the glass bars and shattered them, making a large hole in the side. Immediately, a tiny body flew out of the cage and into her arms. Instead of hugging the troll back, Sara quietly set her on the floor and turned away from the cage.

Behind her, the other two trolls jumped from the cage and ran to Remy. Three sets of eyes widened when they saw me, and they clung to the older troll.

My only concern was the girl on the other side of the room. “Sara?” I called to her.

She turned, and I sucked in a sharp breath when I saw her eyes. No longer the emerald green I knew, the irises were completely black. A demon’s eyes. Recognition flashed in them, but it was not Sara who looked back at me.

My Mori surged forward, feeling hers so close to the surface, and I had to fight to keep it down.

“How did this happen to her?” I asked the troll as I walked toward Sara, my eyes never leaving her.