I chocked as one of them climbed onto his back and drove a metal instrument in his side. I must’ve taken a step forward because the Warrior to my right placed his arm in front of me, and held me back.
“Luna, he will be fine,” he told me, moving in front of me. My arms reached up and gripped the hair on either side of my head; I pulled at the roots as I turned around.
I stopped moving when I saw the bunker door peel open a few hundred yards away. From the ground, Cordelia and Hollis marched up. They were supposed to be kept safe if something happened to Rush and me.
Hollis shifted immediately and grabbed one of the humans with a gun. Before the human could retaliate, Cordelia came behind him and slit his throat with her elongated claws. She picked up the gun from the ground and trailed behind Hollis, who cleared a path for her.
She shot the few humans she could as they made their way across the field towards their son. Rush had bucked the human off and stopped the others from attacking him, but it was only a matter of time before someone with a gun pushed their way into the circle.
Hollis bent down, and with a running start, Cordelia hopped on his back.
That was the sight that made nearly everyone freeze. Cordelia like a Valkyrie riding in on the back of her mate, firing that gun into a group of humans. The humans ran out of the line of fire, though Cordelia fired at any human she saw. Hollis’s wolf was as big in height as Rush’s, though time had thinned his muscles.
Rush had managed to escape the group of humans as Hollis and Cordelia rounded him, and with a vengeance, Rush lifted his head and howled.
Casey picked Emily up in his arms and shuffled her further behind our Warriors with guns. He kissed her head and jumped over the divide. He shifted in the air, shredding his clothes, and diving into a group of humans latched onto one of our wolves. My eyes were darting in every direction, unable to concentrate on one clear thing.
This battle was not meant to last long, it was a guerrilla attack, and though most of the humans were killed or taken prisoner, those who remained were well-armed and angry.
Harrison and the five or six men with him began walking towards our group of Warriors. The Warrior who had stopped me from leaving was struck with a silver bullet, and he fell onto the small wall in front of us. His gun clanged on the ground next to my feet.
The other Warriors took aim but stopped when they noticed the human Warriors had taken hostages. They stalked closer to us, Harrison’s eyes were only focused on Emily.
I grabbed the gun from the ground and pointed it into the group of humans, knowing it was only a tranquilizer gun and snarled.
“That gun looks a bit big for you,” Harrison’s lip curled back as he spoke. “Do you even know how to use that thing?”
“Can’t really be that hard, can it?” I raised the gun and placed the butt on my shoulder.
“Just step aside and let me take my daughter with us,” he bargained. “This fight is pretty much over.”
“You think I trust you that much? Emily’s not going anywhere with people who beat her.”
“Her name is Hazel,” Harrison snarled.
“Yeah, well, lots changed in the past few weeks.”
“I don’t want to hurt that baby of yours, but I will if I can’t get to mine,” Harrison threatened, still smirking.
“She’s not your baby anymore.” Casey jumped back over the divide in his human form and propped Emily up, who was fighting to stand.
“Don’t touch her!” Harrison screamed.
An awful smirk appeared on Casey’s face as he helped Emily stand. “We’ve done a lot more than touching.”
The human’s lifted their guns, but Harrison placed his hand on the fronts and lowered them.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean,” Casey kissed the top of Emily’s head. “She’s my mate. And we’ve turned her.”
“You’re lying,” Harrison fought, slouching back.
“He’s not,” Emily seethed. “I’m not a human anymore, so if you’re going to kill them, you’re going to have to kill me, too.” As Emily spoke, she stood up straighter and stronger and eventually pushed Casey’s arms away from her. She walked forward, stumbling every few steps until she was in front of the humans. “You haven’t been the same since Mom died. She would be ashamed of you.”
Harrison’s hand reached up into the air and flew down towards Emily’s cheek. She moved and grabbed the hand as it passed it; in her newly turned strength, she clenched her fist and broke the bones in her father’s hand. He cried out in pain and brought the hand to his body.
Emily moved back to Casey, who stood next to me. I never lowed the gun.
A gun was raised, and I quickly shot the tranquilizer dart into the human’s chest. I was too distracted by the recoil to notice the human slumping to the ground.
“It’s a tranquilizer gun,” Harrison’s other nephew noted.
“It does the job,” I taunted, shooting him in the leg with the gun. The other humans raised their guns to me, aiming both at my head and my belly.
“Don’t,” Harrison warned. “If we shoot her, none of us are getting out alive.
“You’re damn right,” Rush called from the other side of the group. Half of them turned around to take in his heaving, bloody, naked form. “You touch her in any way, your death will seem like a sweet release compared to what I’ll do to you.”
“You’re surrounded,” Casey reminded them. “Everyone fighting for you has either run away, surrendered, or has been killed.”
“What’s your next move?” I asked, raising my gun
