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.He could scent fear and confusion as the manbroke into a stumbling jog to the trail that led up themountainside.He was no threat.A human trying to getaway from wolves? So not happening.Still, he clutched abag of something papers possibly, maybe evidence?Doug was obviously thinking along the same lines.With asharp nip to Sam's flank as a warning to stay, Doug trottedaway after the doc, keeping low to the ground.Sam turnedback to face the cages.There were other shadows in theyard.Two, maybe three humans, all armed, all hyped up,and strangely, Sam could scent excitement.They weretalking, and Sam strained to listen to their whispers and toNick's conversation at the front door."That won't be something I can let you do tonight,"Quent was saying with no small amount of forcefulness.Joe responded."It's an informal check.""I'd be happy to allow you onto the property in thedaylight, officers." The wolf cops were at an impasse, andSam pulled his focus away from them.Belly to the ground,he inched his way towards the cages.The scent of the threehumans was familiar and Sam's chest tightened when herecognized them as the scents from his captivity.Thesewere the men involved in trying to break him."We need to kill them," shadow one said firmly.111Broken Memories Diane Adams & RJ Scott"Dial up the tranq; three shots to each one of them,and they won't wake up."Wait? They were killing the wolves in the cages?They moved to cage one, and the three men aimedat the first wolf, who was agitated, pacing from side to sidein his prison.He was pushing hard at the wire at each turn,and he set up a heated barking as the first tranquilizer hithim in the neck, the second in a flank, and the third in themiddle of his back."Fucking thing keeps moving," one of the shadowsswore.The wolf they had shot stumbled to his knees on hisfront legs and then his back legs gave way.He fell flat tothe floor and began to convulse.Panicked, Sam lookedaround for Doug, but he was a long way up the hill with thedoctor.Sam wasn't a fighter, but his wolf was pack, and tosee other wolves being killed&"Switch to bullets then.Get one between the eyes,"a shadow said.He was evidently the one calling the shots,and in a second, all three had placed tranq guns on theground and were pulling pistols from holsters.Each oneattached a silencer.The wolf in the next cage sent up amournful howl, and the shadows had him in their sights.Sam couldn't wait for Doug.His wolf was demanding herun straight between bullet and wolf.Raw instinct drove112Broken Memories Diane Adams & RJ Scotthim, and muscles bunching and releasing, he launchedhimself at shadow one, going straight for the throat andtaking the human down in an instant.Blood spouted fromthe wound, and the gurgling mess covered his muzzle.Themen suddenly pointed their guns towards him, and Samheard a shout.Nick's voice? Weapon fire cut through theair, and a second shadow fell with a bullet dead center inhis forehead.The third scrambled back away from thewolves and guns, tripping over roots and falling in horror tothe ground.The red haze of Sam's anger didn't taper off.Ifanything, as shadow three crab-walked backward, it grewin intensity.In seconds, with a ten-foot leap, he aimed atthe man's throat.The human died in screaming agony, agaping hole in his neck and Sam biting down hard onmuscle and bone, the metallic taste of blood raw on histongue.These were the ones who'd fed him, who'd druggedhim.They were responsible for killing kids going throughthe change, selling broken wolves, and for carrying outorders to control.They were gone now.But Quent and thedoctor were still alive.Joe arrived with Quent in tow, cuffsaround his wrists, and Sam, ears erect, pulled his lipsforward and showed his teeth.Quent didn't back down.Ifanything, he was smiling as he looked at the array ofbodies.His expression was calm, and his posture was113Broken Memories Diane Adams & RJ Scottrelaxed."What has happened here?" he said simply, lookingfrom Nick to Sam and then pointedly to the three dead men.Sam shifted to human, and there was a brief flicker ofconcern in Quent's eyes.Nick must have scented the quickflare of fear in the prisoner as he roughly pulled the guycloser."It's him," was all Sam said."He's the one?""Him and the doctor [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]