Chapter 28

                                    

                                          
I looked back to the werewolves, the one next to Jared had dropped to the ground and the rest were looking our way. I knew it was impossible for Jared to have not known I was there. 
                          
I stepped out from my hiding place and our eyes connected. He couldn't really be here. This had to be some sort of dream. Nightmare, really. This was probably one of my top ten nightmares. 
                          
The werewolves rushed toward us. Isaac and I were still on our own, the footsteps faster now after hearing the gun shot. Isaac tossed another gun my way, and I held them both out, firing at the wolves rushing toward us. 
                          
They're evil. They're evil. Don't worry about shooting them. I had to repeat the words over and over to keep firing into the rushing bodies. 
                          
But not Jared, the voice said back. He couldn't be. There was no way he would join up with them. It was impossible. 
                          
One of the bodies slammed into me. This one was still alive. Damn. 
                          
His hands grabbed at me, claws sliding out further with each slash at my leather covered arms. I twisted my head and one of his clawed fingers hooked onto the ear piece, tearing it out. His hand went down, crushing it. 
                          
"Thanks," I said as I wedged the gun between us and shot straight into his chest. The bullet went straight through, blood and pieces of flesh flying into the air before coming straight back down onto my face. 
                          
I sat up. There was a look of horror on Jared's face. 
                          
"Get out of here now. There are hundreds of hunters coming right here. You'll get yourself caught. Get out now, or you're going to have to pretend to be one." I held the gun out, giving Jared the option to take it. If he did, then I knew he wasn't one of them. If he ran, it was still a slim chance he would make it past the hunters. 
                          
I didn't care what side he was on. He couldn't be killed by them. 
                          
He shook his head and turned. He was fast, faster than I really knew. We'd ran away together once, but he'd been slowing himself down for me. Now he was unrestricted. It was amazing to watch, but I didn't have the chance. A weight hit me from the side, and claws scraped against my side. I just had to hope that he found a way to get around the hunters and away. Please. 
                          
The woman was a nasty fighter. Hair puller, face scratcher. She was going full out. 
                          
One of her fists wrapped in my hair and she slammed my head into the ground. Dirt and leaves filled my mouth. I dropped one of the guns and went for the dagger stashed at my side. I swung my arm back and got her in the abdomen. 
                          
The woman screamed and moved enough for me to get out from under her. I stood, turned, and kicked up, my foot connecting with her jaw. The blood turned her blue shirt purple, and she scrambled back to a sitting position. She was in no mind to fight at her best. She couldn't, not when the wound had been inflicted with silver. It was a wound just like it would be for me. I lifted the gun in my other hand and gave her a mercy shot right between the eyes. 
                          
I looked around and the other hunters were starting to file in, but so were the rest of the werewolves. It was an all out war. 
                          
Something rushed at me from the side, and I turned just in time for a fist to connect with my face. I flew back to the ground and had to shake the spots from my eyes. A man stalked forward, leaning over me, claws snapping down. I wiped a hand across my mouth and saw the red. I licked the rest of the blood from my lip and smiled, shaking my head. 
                          
He pounced, and I threw my legs up and into his chest. It may have hurt me more than it hurt him, it felt like I broke something. 
                          
He scrounged around, and I felt his nails slice my pants. "Oh no you don't!" No nails are digging into my skin!