at her arm again.
Four more mutated wolves climbed over the
short window ledge, and Zelda felt a stab of adrenaline in her
chest. She moved to follow Logan, but before they could reach the
kitchen doors, one of the men darted forward and snatched Kerri by
her ponytail. He twisted her around and pulled her back against his
chest, slamming his other hand over her open mouth to muffle her
scream.
Violet stepped out from behind the bar, as
if she was ready to launch herself on the man, but then she sucked
in a pained breath as Hyde stepped through the broken window.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a
greasy smirk as he leisurely made his way toward the bar. “Save the
dyke for me,” he purred.
Kerri’s captor pressed his face into the
side of her neck. She sobbed against his palm, her breath rasping
from her nose in a panicked rhythm.
Grant inched back toward Violet at the edge
of the counter. Fear tainted both of their expressions. The wounds
Zelda had tended suddenly had a face to go with them. Her wolves
knew these people, and they had suffered at their hands once
before.
Logan jerked Zelda’s arm again, silently
begging her to abandon them. But she couldn’t. The electric hum was
back, and her hand burned with longing.
She twisted her arm out of Logan’s grasp and
pointed a finger at the man holding Kerri hostage. A calm settled
in her core, a grounding point for the storm slowly building around
her.
“ Release her,” she
commanded.
The man opened his mouth, as if to laugh,
but the drugs had affected his throat as well. A mangled sound
escaped him, like a garbage disposal with a fork caught in it.
Hyde’s laughter was more genuine. “They
don’t take orders from no one but me, lady. If you’d just answered
my question honestly, we could have avoided this. I wouldn’t be of
the mind to have Cliff here take a bite outta your help.” He nodded
at the mongrel sniffing Kerri’s throat.
Zelda felt the familiar surge of power lick
down her arm. It burned in her veins, and the hairs along her skin
stood at attention. This was going to hurt. A lot.
“ Release her,” she said
again, almost pleading. A sour taste filled her mouth as she felt
her most personal vow crumble.
Hyde shook his head with a sigh. He grabbed
the folds of his leather vest and gave them a cocky tug. “I already
told you. Ain’t no one giving orders ’round here but me. And I
already promised Cliff a snack.”
He nodded to Cliff, who grinned with a mouth
too full of teeth, before sinking them into the bend of Kerri’s
shoulder and neck. Her screams leaked through his meaty fingers as
she convulsed against his chest.
Zelda closed her eyes, begging forgiveness
from whomever was listening, and then let go. Blue lightning
crackled down the length of her arm and leapt from her pointed
finger. It penetrated the center of Cliff’s forehead and rocked him
back. His mouth ripped free of Kerri’s flesh, and she fell in a
heap to the floor.
Zelda’s blue lightning spread to encompass
Cliff’s head, lifting him a few feet off the ground, before hurling
him out the broken front window. Smoke drifted from her
outstretched finger as it slowly migrated to Hyde.
“ Move out!” he called to
the others, back-stepping across the dance floor and through the
window, his eyes never leaving Zelda. “This ain’t over,” he shouted
as he ducked behind the brick wall.
The mutant wolves scurried away, casting
confused glances and nervous whimpers over their shoulders as they
fled. One yelped as a shard of glass scraped him on his way through
the broken window.
Grant ran to Kerri. He dropped to the floor
and pulled her into his lap, while Violet grabbed a handful of
towels from the waitress station. She rushed to Kerri’s side and
pressed the towels to her neck in an attempt to stop the
bleeding.
Zelda couldn’t feel her hand, but the rest
of her was on fire. She slipped behind the bar and sank her arm
down into the ice cooler, all the