Page 120 of Crossed Fates

She didn’t explain, just shoved more power into me from her own connection to the pack.

Ah, hell, I hadn’t thought of that.Makayla…

Don’t you dare,she snapped.

Smoke and fire arced down the corridor.

Chaos broke out.

Men in black armor poured through with high-tech military-grade rifles and a whole slew of toys that I would have drooled over in another reality. But right now, I could barely keep my eyes open.

My wrists were suddenly free.

The machine stopped.

And Makayla slammed me with another pulse of pack life, drawing my focus to her. Standing over me. Her blue eyes wild with fury. Then her mouth came down over mine, her lips hard and urgent, her tongue mastering mine.

My world spun, part of me wondering if I’d somehow gone to heaven. Then she bit down hard enough to draw me into the present.

Ash littered the air.

Gun powder residue, too.

I just blinked, dumbfounded and confused.

Then a roar came from the hallway.Bortex. Followed by a shock wave that had Makayla—who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere—falling onto me, incapacitated by the weapon.

Jude cursed.

But a round of bullets graced the air, followed by ferocious growls.

The momentary paralysis lifted.

I blinked at Makayla.

She slowly rolled off me, her movements pained from the residual shock of whatever the fuck that weapon was. I followed her just as slowly, as a wave of fire billowed down the corridor outside the door.

Jude snorted, a stake in his hand as he watched the inferno blaze from the doorway.

The ground shook a second later, the flames dying.

Then he whistled low and said, “Here.” He tossed the stake to someone in the hall. “Drive that through the fucker’s heart.”

Makayla and I ambled forward just in time to see a male dressed in all black shove the stake into Bortex’s chest. “That’s two kills you’ve taken from me tonight, Marc,” Makayla said, sounding supremely pissed off.

The guy on the floor glanced over his shoulder. “Try moving faster next time, then, rookie.”

She growled. “Not a rookie.”

“Totally a rookie,” another voice said, causing her head to whip down the hall.

“Asher?” she asked, her tone riddled with shock.

The man in question pulled a helmet off his head, his thick brown hair a static mess of strands as his piercing blue eyes landed on Makayla. “You didn’t think I’d let Nathan have all the fun, did you?”

Another male grunted in response as he removed his head armor. His aura and tall, muscular stature boasted power.

Alpha, my wolf immediately recognized, a low growl forming in my chest. I didn’t release it, aware that he wasn’t here to challenge me, but that didn’t stop my inner animal from pacing in annoyance at having another dominant male so close to my mate.