The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 103

“Can we call someone inside the manor?” I suggest. “Someone who isn’t out fighting?”

Graham snaps his fingers. “Grayden will be with Helia. She set up the area for the wounded.”

“Call him,” I urge Graham.

He nods, takes his phone out, and dials his brother’s number. I return my attention back to the screen.

The footage suddenly turns black but then comes live again with a greenish hue. It looks like a night vision camera. Maybe that’s what Garren was waiting for. The radicals are caught off guard by the sudden darkness. The wolves move with ease, cutting through them.

The first line of the radicals is down.

“Yes,” I cheer.

It seems easy enough.

Until…

The footage flashes in green and white colors. The night vision turning on and off. The system’s confused at the sudden brightness as the fireballs cut through the darkness.

Some of the wolves are hit. The whimpering groans hurt my ears.

More radicals join the fight.

The wolves are heavily outnumbered.

The radicals are strong. They have witches, wolves, and humans in their midst. Humans aren’t against using guns. Someone even threw a grenade, blowing up everyone in its vicinity.

“It’s a bloodbath,” I mutter, covering my mouth with my hand.

“It’s done,” Graham says, getting off the phone. He leans over me and types in the code with renewed frenzy. “We’re in!”

“What do we say?” I ask, glancing at him. My head’s screaming the words, but I want him to take the reins. We could say something to turn the tide, but we have to make it count.

“We’ll go right to the point,” he says and grabs the microphone from the desk, bringing it to his lips. “This is Graham Grey speaking.”

His voice carries through the compound. Both the radicals and the wolves pause their fighting, listening to the unexpected interruption.

“Radicals, your leader is dead,” Graham announces. “I repeat, Jason White is dead. Stand down if you want to live.”

A round of gasps echoes through the speakers, the battlefield turning into chaos. Instead of the radicals giving up, they charge the wolves with even more power and more anger.

“No,” I whisper, squeezing the edge of the chair tightly.

“Jason is dead!” Tiana yells, raising her voice to be heard over the roar of the battle. “It’s over! Save ourselves!”

She’s still pretending she’s one of them. If I look closely, her hands are clean as if she stayed away from the fight.

“Fuck this,” one of the radicals calls back. “We’re in it until the end.”

“Are you sure about that?” Tiana asks and when the man nods, she jumps at him with wolfish speed and tears his head off his shoulders with brute force.

Her eyes are wild when she looks around, surrounded by the radicals and far away from the wolves she truly belongs with. “The war is over. This is over!”

The radicals turn on her as one, the truth of her betrayal becoming clear to everyone. Before the closest to her could attack her, the sounds of choppers engulf the area.

Strong reflectors light up the compound, blinding everyone in the yard when they pierce through the wolf-made darkness.

“This is the US Army. We have you surrounded. Stand down!”