Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 188

The guilt I normally felt disappeared entirely as I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and prepared myself for blood.

When I jerked around the side of the car I could see all four hunters lining the patio. They were looking for us. Guns in hand.

Pop, pop, pop—thump, thump, thump.

They fell like dominos with pained cries—bodies hitting the porch.

Handlebar moved behind a bannister and—fuck, fuck, fuck.

I can’t get a clear shot.

“What the fuck. Are you doing?” he yelled out, but I barely heard him.

Butters was panting beside me, his massive body quaking like he was absolutely fucking terrified. Which was fair. Because he could probably smell the silver in the air.

C’mon, Jeffrey.

One more shot.

You’ve got this?—

I jerked back behind cover for a second, biding my time. If I was silent. If I held still—I could tempt him out into the open again. I could?—

A giant black wolf tore into the parking lot, gravel kicking up beneath his paws.

Theo.

Butters had said Theo was here.

That he was?—

Oh no.

Oh no.

I jerked around the side of the car just in time to see handlebar raise his gun and point at Mutt’s other brother. Oh fuck no. No. Fuck. Fucking idiot wolves.

I pulled my gun up—pointed—and at the last second, handlebar shifted his muzzle toward me. Good. Good. I’m the threat here—I’m the threat—don’t shoot him. Don’t kill him. Don’t—don’t?—

There. A clear shot. I aimed my gun at his heart.

I shot off a bullet and seconds later, agony, unlike anything I’d ever felt exploded through my chest. I couldn’t breathe—blood clogging up my throat as I fell to the ground with a painful grunt.

Butters whined, but my head was spinning and I just?—

Fuck.

The gravel tore at my knees and cheek as I fell forward. Sticky hot, my chest—my chest felt?—

“Fuck.” Theo’s voice was as sweet as ever. Warm hands gently latched onto my shoulder, gingerly tugging me around so I was lying on my back. Which—was a bad fucking idea, because I began to fucking choke. My eyes swam, searing pain burning through my body as I gasped and spluttered, more frothy pink liquid spilling from my lips.

“Lungs.” Theo’s voice was tight and panicked. “He shot him in the lung.”

“Fuck.” Butters’s voice was shaky. “Fuck, fuck.” Blearily, I recognized that I was lying on the gravel of a hunting lodge with two naked men hovering over me. Which was weird as hell, yes, but not all that weird in the grand scheme of things.

“M—” I tried to ask them about Mutt, desperately needing to know that he was going to be okay. That they’d fix this. Even though I…

Fuck.