Big Bad Beast
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But they didnt understand, did they? Theyd never understand that theyd managed to spark the one thing Hannah had been fighting so hard to avoid all these monthsher temper.
She roared, and a few of the men dropped their weapons in sheer terror from that powerful sound alone. Several of the windows in Dezs house broke and Hannah bolted toward the men, shifting from her human form to the form that had brought in the big money on the fight circuit. Some men screamed and tried to run, some just stared and lost control of their bowels or bladders but Hannah didnt stop, hurtling forward before any of them could ever hope to move. And using her six-inch claws, four-inch fangs, and not a bit of rational thought, Hannah began to rip and tear human males apart.
Desiree grabbed Dees arm when they heard the roar and glass breaking. Jesus Christ, Dee?
What is that?
Clueless, Dee stood. But before she could head back into the kitchen, human males sped through it, making a crazed dash for the front door.
Which was where her team and KZS caught up with them.
Dee and Desiree ran into the kitchen. They came face to face with more men and Dee used her knife to cut throats while Desiree sidestepped around the falling bodies. They tore through the room and out the back door, but both stopped at the top of the stairs where they had an amazing view of what was happening in Desirees backyard.
What is that thing? Desiree asked.
Thats . . . Dee almost laughed. Darlin, thats Hannah. Desiree only had a moment of surprise before both females had to duck as what was left of someones leg winged past their heads.
From the roof, Dees daddy methodically took out scumbag after scumbag with his sniper rifle, not letting anything distract him from what he was doing, which was good. Because so much was going on.
Malone ran past the bottom of the stairs and Dee watched her, panic setting in when she saw Malone drop to her knees by Blayne.
Shit! Dee jumped over the banister, easily landing and rushing to Blaynes side.
Marcus, Blayne kept saying. Get Marcus.
Where is he, Blayne? Dee asked and Blayne pointed over at Hannah who was in the middle of separating a mans body from his head.
Blayne! Ric and Lock ran to her side, Ric examining the wound.
Get the medical team over here, he told Malone.
Marcus, Blayne kept insisting.
Ill get him, Blayne, Dee promised.
She stood, ready to battle her way over to Hannahs side and, hopefully, to Marcus. But she could quickly see that there was no need to battle anywhere. Between her daddy and Hannahthere was nothing left to fight.
Lowering her gun and knife, Dee headed toward a heaving, bloodand gore-covered Hannah.
Dee stood in front of her, holstering her weapon and slipping her blade back in its sheath.
Wheres Marcus, Hannah?
Still in what could only be described as an interesting mix of grizzly and dog form, Hannah walked over to a big tree and pressed her claws into the base of it.
Dee, Desiree, and Mace stood behind her, waiting.
Thats when a female head peeked out from under all the leaves. Big brown eyes gazed at them and she let out a relieved breath. Thank God.
She disappeared again, leaves rustling, and when she jumped down, she held a sobbing but healthy Marcus in her arms.
Seeing his mother, Marcus screamed, arms outstretched. Maaaaaaaaaaaaa! Desiree rushed forward, grabbing her son away from the naked female, and holding the boy against her body.
Shaking, Mace put his arms around his wife and son, held them close and Dee looked at the female whod helped keep Marcus safe. After a moment, she asked in disbelief, Abby? Abby gave a little wave. Hiya, Dee.
CHAPTER 32
Ric watched as Blayne Thorpe slowly opened her eyes and looked around the hospital room she was in. She gazed at Gwen, Ric, Dee, Lock, her father, Ezra Thorpe, and, eventually, her gaze returned to Gwen. Thats when Blayne wailed, Im dead!
They all jerked a little and Gwen snapped, No youre not!
Then why are you here? In a hospital? In what you so lovingly call a death trap? Blayne demanded. And how can you even hear me if Im on another plane of existence?
Plane of . . . Gwen snarled and claws sporting the Philadelphia Eagles team colors extended from her hands. You idiot, you are not dead. Youre recovering from a stab wound to the sidebut youre not dead!
Dont yell at me when Im the one whos dead! Who had so much to live for!
You are not dead, Blayne, but I can easily change that fact.
If youre my spirit guide to the next world . . . youre not very good at it. Perhaps you should seek another line of work. Like Angel of Death or something. Blayne looked at her father and waved.
Bye, Daddy. Ill miss you so.
Ric glanced over at the wolf and all Ezra Thorpe could do was shrug and admit, I adored her mother and she made me promise to always take care of her. No matter how idiotic she may be acting.
Now whats that supposed to mean? Blayne demanded.
Sir! one of the nurses called from outside the hospital room. Im sorry but you cant go in there. There are too many people already. Sir!