Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 122684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 491(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 491(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
Chaos ensued.
Their attackers fell on them, forcing them apart. Their organized retreat was destroyed. Wyatt fought to his feet. He had only a few rounds for the shotgun and with three men trying to tear him apart, he had no time to reload. For now, he was stuck using the gun as a baseball bat.
Around him, the air was filled with the sounds of battle. Angry growls, shouts of pain, and the sick squish of flesh being torn apart. Wyatt couldn’t let himself think about River or Bel. He had to focus on the men who came at him with one goal: murder.
River would be fine. River knew how to fight. They hadn’t survived together as long as they had without knowing how to protect themselves.
Bel had to know how to fight. The vampire was nearly two hundred years old and had weapons hidden around his house. He knew how to use them, right?
The only real problem was that time was not on their side. The house was on fire. Smoke clogged the air. Each passing second increased the chances of more sunlight coming through to hit Bel.
They just had to beat back the horde enough to find an opening. The lab was only a couple dozen feet away. They could make it.
Bel’s scream cut through the air, stopping Wyatt cold. The bastard he’d been fighting took the opening and clocked Wyatt, snapping his head to the side with enough force to white out his vision for a second. Bracing one foot against the wall, Wyatt launched himself at the fucker. He speared the man in the stomach, tackling him to the ground. Gripping the shotgun with both hands, he slammed it into his face again and again until he stopped moving.
Free at last, Wyatt shoved to his feet to find River standing over a kneeling Bel. The vampire had lost one of his blades and his limbs trembled as he tried to get to his feet. River was covered in blood and looking too shaky on his own, but his expression was fierce as he defended his mate from three attackers.
“The lab!” Wyatt bellowed as he charged the remaining three attackers.
“Go!” Bel choked out.
Wyatt could only see them out of the corner of his eye as they slowly made their way toward the lab. River cried out, but Wyatt could see he was still standing, protecting Bel’s back as they inched along.
More sunlight pierced the house, illuminating the thickening smoke. A soft cry pierced the air from Bel and Wyatt gave up his gun to kill a man with his bare hands.
Teeth sank into his upper arm, threatening to tear out his tricep. Wyatt snarled and grabbed the wolf by the scruff of the neck. He threw the creature at the remaining men. The large furry body flew through the air and crashed into their attackers, knocking them over in a knotted heap.
Wyatt chanced a look around to find Bel and River helping each other into the lab, blood trailing behind them on the shining wood floor. Dragging in a ragged breath, Wyatt ran after them and leaped into the room as Bel slammed the door shut. He accessed another panel and a metal door slammed over the wood one, sealing them in.
A choked sob was trapped in Wyatt’s throat when he finally saw Bel. He was severely burned on one half of his face and his neck along with the top of his left hand and wrist. Apparently the sun had slashed across part of him before he could escape it.
“Bel,” he moaned. He started to reach for him, but Bel was already shaking his head.
The vampire leaned part of his uninjured temple against the wall and dragged in a few gulps of air. “I’ll be okay. We need to get moving. It’s a bit of a hike to the car.”
“Wyatt.” River’s voice was soft and thready.
They both turned as one, in time to see River slowly sliding down the wall. The T-shirt he’d pulled on was shredded and soaked with blood, but they could easily see the deep gouges in his stomach and chest as more blood spilled out of him. There was a long cut across his throat as well, profusely leaking blood.
“Oh God, River,” Wyatt moaned. He fell on River, pressing one hand over the wound at his throat and his other over the one closest to his heart, but he couldn’t stop the bleeding. Around him, he was aware of Bel moving quickly. Cabinet doors open and slammed shut again.
“I’m sorry, Wyatt. So sorry,” River softly choked out.
“Don’t, baby. Don’t. Please don’t leave me.” Wyatt blinked, sending tears streaking down his cheeks and blurring his vision. He couldn’t lose River. They’d fought so hard to be together. They’d tasted heaven at last. River couldn’t be stolen from him now.