Harley had Misty out of the cage before Sawyer turned around, the automatic in her hand firing steadily at the crazy number of guards pouring into the auction room. She shielded her unconscious teammate as she killed one guard after another.
All around them, the room was total bedlam, bullets tearing up the beautiful wall murals and bouncing off the floors as the rich buyers in their fancy clothes screamed, pushed, shoved, and climbed over one another in an attempt to get to the exits. Some tried to hide in the corners and alcoves, but it didn’t help. The guards might not be aiming for them but didn’t seem to care if one or two guests went down in the crossfire as they tried to kill Sawyer, Harley, and Erin.
Sawyer looked around for Yegor, finding him rallying his troops—including the one with the leather jacket from Paris and the woman Harley said was the supernatural hunter, Brielle. Neither of them seemed to be very interested in shooting at anyone, but Yegor’s other goons blazed away at anything that moved.
“The werewolves!” Yegor shouted. “Kill the two werewolves!”
Sawyer’s blood ran cold as the implication of the words hit him. He glanced at Harley to see that she’d heard it, too—and looked as shocked as he was. Sawyer didn’t know how it was possible, but Yegor somehow knew they were werewolves.
He threw himself to the stone floor to avoid an incoming hail of gunfire from the guards but couldn’t keep from sliding his eyes in Erin’s direction, wondering if she’d heard what Yegor said. It turned out Erin wasn’t in a position to hear anything because the shifter had a hand around her neck and was holding her three meters off the floor while she tried to punch and kick at him.
Cursing, Sawyer jumped to his feet, the muscles of his back and legs twisting and spasming to give him more speed as he ran to help her. Multiple bullets tore through his body, and it was the worst pain he’d felt since Odessa. But he pushed all that aside, running faster even as a voice in the back of his head told him he’d never get there before the big shifter either crushed Erin’s throat or snapped her neck.
He was still twenty meters away from his teammate when a snarling blur crossed in front of him, slamming into the gigantic shifter so hard Erin was pitched ten feet through the air. The impact of her body as she hit the stone flooring was hard enough to make Sawyer feel it.
Then Caleb was on top of the creature, attempting to smash in his face with a boot he’d picked up somewhere—a boot that seemed to have part of a leg and a foot still in it. Sawyer found himself absently wondering where the rest of the man’s body might be at the moment.
Praying the omega could handle the shifter, Sawyer skidded to a stop long enough to make sure Erin was still alive, then turned and headed back to Harley. Every instinct he had screamed to get to her side and protect her. And even though it was obvious she could take care of herself, those instincts couldn’t be denied.
Sawyer got to Harley’s side and helped her get a better grip on Misty.
“Stay behind me,” he said. “We need to get her out of here.”
He ignored what he was sure was a complaint about being able to take care of herself. Instead he turned and charged straight at Yegor and the cluster of guards with him, emptying the rest of his handgun magazine into the middle of them as he cut loose with a snarl that shook dust from the ceiling. Some of the men went down from the gunfire, while the others froze, eyes widening as he came at them with fully extended claws and fangs.
The first guy he got to went down under his claws, something Sawyer had never done before. Refusing to dwell on that fact, he scooped up the submachine gun the guy had been holding and started blazing away at full auto.
He wasn’t sure when Forrest showed up, but out of the corner of his eye, Sawyer saw him take Misty from Harley, cradling her protectively and freeing up Harley so she could fight. Sawyer would have preferred if she stayed behind him, but that was never going to happen. While her claws and fangs might not be out, there was little doubt that Harley was an alpha werewolf to her core. She snarled and fought with an anger and intensity that had people stumbling back to get away from her.
When Jake and Elliot arrived, Yegor must have realized the numbers were against him because he started to retreat, edging toward the main doors. There was no way in hell Sawyer was letting that son of a bitch get away.
Reloading the MP5 he’d taken away from the guard, he swung it around, aiming straight for Yegor’s head. Before he could pull the trigger, Yegor grabbed Brielle, dragging her in front of him like a shield and putting a gun to her head, forcing Sawyer to ease up on the trigger.
Brielle immediately struggled to get lose, but Yegor kept her in front of him, one arm wrapped around her neck as he backed toward the door. A younger guy who looked a lot like Brielle ran over to help her, but Seamus appeared out of nowhere to plunge his knife into the man’s shoulder.
Brielle screamed, her dark eyes going wide with terror, and she fought Yegor harder than before. But Yegor merely backpedaled until they were both out of the room along with a handful
