The last thought was like a knife wound in her soul as Kane suddenly dragged the straps of her top over her swollen br**sts and back to her shoulders and she adjusted the neckline. He was struggling for control himself. She could see it in the raging emotion glittering in his dilated eyes, the tight grimace on his flushed face as fury began to envelop him.
“I’ll kill the f**king bastards!” Enraged, Kane forced the heavy length of his c**k back in his pants. He hurriedly snapped the material together, jerked the belt closed, and grabbed one of the rifles from the wall along with a loaded clip.
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He slammed the ammo in place, checked it and turned quickly from her.
“Kane.” Grabbing her belt and holstered weapon from the shelf, Sherra jumped to the floor and rushed behind him.
“Stay put.” He turned on her, his eyes blazing. “After I kill whoever dared set those sirens off, you’re f**ked, Sherra. Accept it and get the hell ready for it. Because I won’t wait much longer.”
Sherra stood still in shock as she watched him disappear out the door. Precious seconds were lost as she fought to make sense of what happened and Kane’s sudden fury. The hormone. A cry tore from her throat as she rushed after him, pulling her revolver from its holster as she reached the door to see the Jeep spinning from the small parking area in front of the shed. She jerked the communications unit from her belt and attached it to her ear as she raced for the other Jeep.
“Report!” she yelled into the mic as she flipped it to her lips.
“We have intruders.” Tamber maintained control as she reported to Sherra. “The front gates have been breached. I repeat, we have a breach. All available units to the main compound. We have a breach.”
Sirens were blasting as Breeds poured from the barracks and raced on foot or in Jeeps to the main gates where the long, black, stretch limo had managed to break through the barrier.
“Someone grab Kane!” Sherra shouted into the mic. “Callan, where the f**k are you?”
She was nearly in tears as she slammed the jeep to a stop, no more than a hundred from where the limo was surrounded. “Callan, damn you. Get Kane. Now. He’s not rational. Callan, where are you?”
She raced across the distance as voices raised and positions were taken to surround the vehicle.
“Sherra, stand down!” Callan ordered her suddenly, his voice rough through the mic. “Stay back. Kane’s in control. Get up to the house with Cassie. We need Merc out here.”
She slid to a stop at the warning tone in Callan’s voice. Her chest tightened with fear. Merc was the strongest of the Breeds. Six and a half feet, his body corded with muscles. He was also the finest shot in the compound. Trained as an assassin, so far no one could beat his aim. What the hell was going on that they would need Merc?
She turned for the house, meeting Merc as he tore from it, his rifle in hand.
“Merc.” She slid to a stop, staring up at him, terrified. “Kane…”
“Get inside with Cassie, Sherra. Kane can take care of himself.” He rushed past her, racing for the tower in the center of the yard.
The sniper’s nest. Sherra gritted her teeth furiously as she ran into the house, only to be welcomed by
Cassie’s inconsolable cries as she wailed for her momma from Merinus’ arms. Several of the younger Breeds stood inside the room and crowded the hall, staring at her, looking for direction.
She switched the channel on the communications pack quickly, going straight to a private line to Tamber. Access to the line was given only to those highest in security.
“Tamber, what the hell do you see?” Tamber’s position within the communications shed would have her in a position to see everything going on.
“We have the limo surrounded with no movement so far,” she reported. Sherra moved to one of the long windows in front of the door, watching the activity outside carefully. They were too far from the main gates to see exactly what was going on, but with over a hundred Breeds surrounding the vehicle, it wasn’t going far. They were sitting ducks for Kane’s fury.
“Get me a main line to Callan,” she ordered. “This is priority one, Tamber. I have to talk to him now!”
Kane’s control had been nonexistent when he tore from the shed; the hormone wreaked havoc on logic. Normally even-tempered, his control had been nowhere in sight when he left her.
“Main line…on…” Tamber responded as the low hum indicated the switch.
“Callan. Dammit, are you there?” She couldn’t stand the fear whipping inside her.
“Hurry, Sherra,” he snapped tersely in reply, giving her the go-ahead to claim his attention for valuable seconds.
She turned from the room, breathing roughly, rage and violence shimmering through her system.
“He kissed me, Callan,” she told him quickly. “He wasn’t rational when he left the shed, he may not be rational now. You have to get him out of there.”
The silence was thick, discordant with the mechanical buzz of the unit as she waited.
“Son of a bitch, if his timing doesn’t suck,” he cursed.
Sherra couldn’t agree more. But Kane had never used anyone else’s idea of a schedule. It had always been his way, however he had to manage it. Just as he had done this time.
“Agreed,” she snapped. “Now get him out of there.”
A second later, Sherra tensed, her eyes widening as shots fired and all hell broke loose both inside and out.
“Cassie, no!” Merinus’ frightened cry heralded a small bundle of determined energy as she threw herself out of Merinus’ arms and to the door.
A youthful, enraged wolf’s howl echoed through the house an instant before she evaded Sherra’s grip, wrenched open the door and flew out into the sun-dappled nightmare awaiting her.
“Cassie’s out! Cassie’s out!!” Sherra screamed into the headset as she raced out the door, knowing she would never stop the child, never catch her before a stray bullet found her instead. Chaos reigned outside. Breeds broke position, several jumping for the little girl who twisted, screaming, long black hair flying around her as the back door to the limo began to open. Sherra’s soul twisted in terror as the little girl rushed headlong toward it, her feet flying, her little body easily defying the men and women attempting to block her, to catch her before her blood marked them all.
But blood didn’t flow. Cassie’s body wasn’t thrown back by the impact of deadly bullets. As the limo door began to swing open, the little girl threw herself headlong into the dark shadowed interior of the car. The door closed quickly, ominously behind her.