Growling, Sawyer lifted his weapon and started shooting. Most of Yegor’s goons had their back to him, but he didn’t care. He simply emptied the magazine from his MP5 into the center of them, then quickly reloaded and repeated the process. There was hardly anyone left standing by the time they even realized he was there.
Seamus popped up to his left, slicing open Sawyer’s shoulder on that side before disappearing again. He cursed, knowing the bastard was likely going to come at him again any second. Sawyer forced himself to remain calm, reaching out with his ears and nose, praying he could somehow pick up something that would clue him in on which way the man was going to attack from.
Tingles ran across his body as Seamus came at him again, first from the right, then again from directly behind. Sawyer ignored the rapid strikes, his attention snagged by the little tingles he felt right before each attack. With a start, he realized this wasn’t the first time he’d felt the sensation of pins and needles. He’d felt them back on that mountaintop in Greece, right before Seamus stabbed him in the chest.
Hoping he wasn’t imagining things, Sawyer relaxed and let his inner wolf guide him, listening to whatever the tingles were trying to say to him. A second later, when a line of sensation zipped down his right side, he spun that way without thinking, squeezing the trigger on his submachine gun before he even saw anything.
He wasn’t sure if he hit Seamus when the guy materialized on that side because the supernatural disappeared again too fast to be sure. But he’d definitely freaked the bastard out enough to make him think twice before charging at him again.
Taking advantage of the momentary reprieve, Sawyer fired a dozen or so rounds at the last of Yegor’s men, then popped off a few at Yegor, wanting the wanker to know what it was like to duck and bleed like everyone else. When he was out of bullets, he dropped his submachine gun and took off running straight toward Caleb and Batu.
Based on the way all of their previous run-ins with the huge, green shifter had gone, it seemed obvious that bullets didn’t bother him that much. Caleb’s werewolf claws, on the other hand, definitely seemed to be capable of penetrating that thick, scaly hide. Knowing there was no way they’d get to Yegor without taking down his two lieutenants first, Sawyer decided to try something out of the box.
Caleb’s eyes were glowing vivid omega blue, a clear sign he’d lost nearly every shred of self-control he possessed and was fighting on pure animal instinct. But when he caught sight of Sawyer, he seemed to still have enough presence of mind to keep Batu’s attention focused on him long enough for Sawyer to get a shot at his exposed back.
Sawyer stiffened his fingers and rammed his claws straight into the shifter’s lower back, aiming for the thing’s kidney. Then he wrapped his free arm around the shifter’s neck, yanking him backward as he continued to shove and twist with his claws.
The shifter howled in pain and rage as Caleb began to rip and tear at his exposed stomach and chest. The sound was loud, echoing off the walls and drowning out even the blare of the alarms. It was so deafening Sawyer almost missed the tingle running along his back.
Almost.
Trusting his instincts again, Sawyer heaved, twisting his body and dragging the shifter around to use him as a shield for the attack he knew was coming at him from behind.
Seamus popped into existence right there, knife already coming down. But this time, the supernatural didn’t materialize a few feet away like he had all the other times. Instead, Seamus appeared right in front of him, like he didn’t want to give Sawyer a chance to react.
But that space right in front of Sawyer wasn’t clear any longer. And the look of horror on Seamus’s face when he realized that he had materialized in the middle of Batu’s body, was something Sawyer never wanted to see again.
Sawyer tried to hold up both of them, but when the supernaturals began to convulse violently, keeping them upright became impossible. Seamus and Batu were screaming in anguish as they crashed to the floor.
Just when it seemed there was no way the two supernaturals could survive another second, there was a concussive thump Sawyer felt through his whole body, and the two men were thrown violently apart, each flying ten feet through the air only to slide and roll another dozen feet across the floor before coming to a bone-cracking halt against either wall. Neither one moved. They barely breathed.
Movement from the corner of his eye caught Sawyer’s attention, and he spun around, yanking the handgun from the holster on his thigh at the same time.
Sawyer expected to see Yegor pointing a gun at him or one of his teammates, but instead the man was aiming his automatic at Adriana, where she still lay in Kristoff’s arms. But while the evil smile on Yegor’s face was disconcerting, it was the cell phone in his left hand that really worried Sawyer.
“It’s over Yegor,” Sawyer said as Harley and the others spread out, each taking a different angle on the Ukrainian, lining up shots at his head and chest. “You’re surrounded and all your men are dead or dying. I know you did all this to get revenge for your family, but it stops now. You can’t win.”
Everyone tensed as Yegor held up his phone, thumb moving over something on the screen Sawyer couldn’t see even as the smile on his face grew wider. “I’ve already won. You’re just too stupid to realize it.”
Turning to Adriana, Yegor lifted the pistol a little, lining up for a shot at her head. Sawyer didn’t hesitate, squeezing the
