Howl For It Page 79
“Faye,” Shamus whispered the woman’s name like a prayer. The fury vanished from his eyes and was replaced by a look of longing so intense that Kayla felt damn . . . uncomfortable.
Faye had crept near her. Then the smaller woman paused, and moved nervously from one foot to the other.
“I caught your scent on the hunter,” Shamus said. He rose to his feet in an instant and didn’t even seem to be aware that his back was still smoking. “I-I thought he’d done something to you, that—”
“Later.” Gage’s snarl. “We’re getting the hell out of here now.”
Kayla got the picture. Big Red was sweet on not-so-delicate Faye. But Faye wasn’t even looking at him. She was looking everywhere else. The cage. The ceiling. The floor. The floor had to be real fascinating the way she was staring so hard at it.
Shamus had been captured when he’d charged at the hunters—coming straight in for a direct attack against them.
“You came at us because we had her,” Kayla said, understanding now. That was almost sweet.
Shamus threw her a fast glance. Wow, wait, his cheeks had just heated. He didn’t look quite so fierce then.
Gage caught her hand. “There’s movement two hallways over. Guards.”
Crap. Okay, the weird love thing between the wolves could wait.
She pulled out her weapon. She’d taken the liberty of snagging it when she’d taken the uniform from the locker room. “I’ll get us back to Curtis.” Then she’d leave Gage because her work wasn’t done. Not yet. “You just stop me if you hear guards, or if you smell ’em.”
No way would she walk into an ambush. Not with her wolf by her side.
Her wolf? Now she was definitely getting all possessive on him.
She was in such trouble.
Gage stopped her twice as they headed back to the garage. She knew he could have just killed the guards they passed. Knew that Shamus wanted to slice them open, but Faye’s light touch on his arm seemed to calm the wolf. Right then, they were all focused on escape. But judging by the glint in Gage’s eyes, the fight would come soon enough.
She just wondered how many lives would be lost when the hunters faced off against the whole Vegas wolf pack.
Not Jonah. She’d have to make sure he didn’t get caught in the crossfire.
Though it seemed to take forever, they were soon back in the shadows of the garage. When it came to stealth, no one beat the wolves. Just get them away from that silver, and they were good to go.
Lethally good.
“How the hell are we getting out of here?” Shamus wanted to know. “There’s a fortified fence out there, patrolled with half a dozen armed guards.”
Once you got in, you weren’t supposed to get out. Unless you were a hunter.
Curtis stood next to one of the SUVs. The guy was rockingback and forth on his heels.
Could the wolves smell him sweating?
“You’re just gonna drive out,” Kayla told Shamus and saw Gage’s head snap toward her. “Easy as pie.” Not exactly.
She glanced at Gage and found herself caught in his stare. “We’re gonna drive out,” he corrected. Right, ahem, he would have caught that bit.
But now wasn’t the time to hash this mess out. Curtis had seen her and he lifted his hand, indicating the coast was clear. They hauled ass, staying low and in the shadows, as they headed for the vehicle. Shamus and Faye jumped in the backseat, and kept their bodies near the floorboard. For such a big guy, Shamus could sure cram in tight. If anyone looked over, they wouldn’t even see those two in the back.
Since she and Gage were dressed like hunters about to head out on a mission . . . no one would give them a second look, either. Everything was working as she’d hoped. Now if her racing heart would just settle down.
“They’ll track us once we leave,” Curtis said. His voice broke at the end. Fear was definitely getting to him. He must have gotten too nervous waiting alone in the garage. “As soon as they figure out what’s—”
She shoved him out of the way and ducked her head under the dash. It took her less than sixty seconds to disable the GPS tracker. Piece of freaking cake. “They won’t track you now.”
She popped her head up, and found Gage staring down at her.
And didn’t the wolf look all solemn and determined?
“We’ll come back for him,” Gage promised her. “We’ll get Jonah out, too.”
She blinked. Okay, she hadn’t been expecting that.
“Your brother’s safe. He doesn’t realize what Lyle is yet, so the shifter isn’t going after him.”
Curtis had run off and was punching in security codes, trying to get the gates open. And since no one knew he was supposed to be dead, he was schmoozing his way past the other hunters who’d just appeared. Feeding them some BS line about how he was off on another mission. The hunters were buying every word he fed them, and they were all just seconds away from a clean escape.
An escape that didn’t include Jonah.
No.
“When Lyle finds out that I’ve escaped, he’ll turn on my brother.” She knew it. “I can’t leave him behind.” She wouldn’t. She’d freed Gage’s wolves. Done her part. Now they could get out of there. She and Jonah, well, they’d find a way out, too.
I won’t leave my brother. Not even for Gage.
Gage lowered his head. “Yes, I figured you’d say something like that.” His voice was calm. Weird. She’d thought he would fight with her. Do . . . something. The wolves in the back were dead quiet.