Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Show them, the Grandmothers whisper. They’re all talking at once, their voices adding to the vision, making it unstoppable.
I’m caught in the psychic tsunami, but Noah’s arms around me keep my feet on the ground. The mark on my shoulder spreads warmth through me, helping me find which way is up and which way is down.
Deliver the vision, child. Now!
My own eyes flash bright when I snarl at Aiden, “You wanted a vision? I’ll give it to you.” I touch my free hand to the tiara, feeling the burn. “Take it. Take it all.”
I push the vision towards Aiden and the entire pack. Images of violence and war, our pack lands ravaged, mothers crying over slain pups, red-eyed wolves everywhere. Aiden commanding an army of red-eyed enforcers, his own eyes glowing black like a demon’s. New York City in flames.
Aiden stiffens and jerks, his eyes fixed on the unseen. It’s like lightning struck. Not from the moon, or the sky, but from my own mind, intensified by the tiara. Wolf after wolf convulses, their minds’ eyes filled with the horrible images. The entire pack jerks in unconscious movements, the way I do when in the grip of vision.
I howl, letting the power rush through me. I hold the vision, and Noah holds me, and our Alpha Bond sends power pulsing through the entire pack in a surge so strong it sends Aiden and the Warden to their knees.
My teeth grind together. The only thing keeping me upright is Noah’s strong body at my back. I sag into him, letting him hold me.
I got you, he speaks into my mind. His voice is warm and gentle, a relief after the vision scoured my insides. I feel like I just gave birth.
I did it. I let my vision into the world.
It’s done.
It’s just begun, child.
The wind whips around the Cradle. Pups cry and grown wolves moan.
The only sound is a clacking sound overhead.
The wind whipping around us is from the blades of a black helicopter, descending upon us.
“That’s our ride,” Noah says.
That does it. I go limp, letting him lift me in his arms. I’ve got no more energy. I’m done.
Something descends from the belly of the chopper, falling through the air in what feels like slow motion.
It’s a long rope ladder. At the top, a slight figure clambers down a few rungs and waves. “Hi, friends!” she calls. She balances with one hand and foot on the ladder, completely at ease. “Looks like you’re having a great creepy ritual and all, but it’s time to skedaddle. Hang on and we’ll pull you up!”
The chopper dips lower until the ladder drags on the ground near the dais.
“Hang on,” Noah orders. His muscles flex as he leaps down and rushes towards the chopper.
There’s a blur, and a wolf appears between us and our escape.
Aiden. And he has a knife in his hands. He howls, raising the blade, aiming for Noah’s throat.
Hugh leaps between us and the blade.
A final surge of lightning flashes from the tiara. I cry out, directing the flow of power as best I can. It blasts in a smooth channel right into Hugh, making his eye sockets blaze bright with amber fire.
The ghost wolf leaps, whirls in midair, and turns on Aiden. I expect him to run through the alpha like he did the Warden, but when his paws hit Aiden’s chest, I hear a thump. He crashes into Aiden as a fully corporeal form. Taken by surprise, Aiden tries to fight, but Hugh’s already knocked him to the ground. The former ghost wolf opens his jaws and vomits up a ball of blue light straight into Aiden’s face.
Aiden’s body starts to convulse.
Noah doesn’t hesitate, he runs for the ladder. I cling to his neck, so he can free his arms and climb up a few rungs.
“Stop them!” the Warden shouts. He frees himself from the red-eyed wolves and starts to run towards us.
A dark-hooded figure leaps from the crowd and attacks the Warden. Tucked against Noah, I can’t see what happens, but in the end, the Warden goes flying into a flock of enforcers, who clamp their arms around him.
The hood falls away from the shadowy figure’s head, revealing Sully. Somehow, he must have infiltrated the pack in time for the ritual. “For Moira,” he snarls at the Warden. “Next time, I won’t miss.”
He makes a beeline towards the ladder, leaping atop the dais and grabbing onto the lowest rung of the ladder just before it swings out of reach. This makes the ladder swing, which makes my stomach swoop. I duck my head, focusing on Noah’s strong arms around me. He’s got me, he’ll never let go.
Above our head, Esme cackles and whoops as the chopper lifts us higher and higher to freedom.
The wind buffets the heck out of me and Noah, whipping my hair over my face. I peek through the strands, sucking in cold air to fight the fear of being suspended on a flimsy rope ladder several hundred feet above the ground.