Raising his voice again, Elliot called out another order. “No one move. We’re getting them out.” He turned to face me and instructed, “Nudge him slowly toward the door. Liz and I can’t follow you, or he’ll think we’re a threat. No sudden movements; talk calmly, and don’t get stressed.”
Stay calm?
Don’t stress?
Move slowly?
Who the hell did Elliot think I was? Inner-peace and ultimate zen were not anything I would ever achieve.
“Okay,” I said anyway. My voice was shaking a bit, but I couldn’t stop it.
After I lowered my hand carefully, I set it down gently on Dax’s wolf’s back. His fur was soft and gray, and though I couldn’t feel the adrenaline he must’ve been experiencing, I was terrified about what he’d do if someone made a move toward us. “Let’s go,” I whispered to him.
I guess I didn’t do a good enough job at hiding my stress, because Dax’s wolf tensed once more, before snarling at everyone in the restaurant again.
Another wolf finished shifting and lunged out of a booth. His teeth snapped toward me, and I screamed.
That was the wrong response, apparently.
Dax’s wolf crashed into the one that had snapped his teeth at me, and an assload of other wolves lunged into the area, joining the fight.
Blood splattered on the ground, snarls, growls, and fury filling the room as the restaurant became an ocean of pissed monsters.
I rushed backward.
Before my back could crash into the swinging kitchen doors, it met another hard chest.
Zed stepped away from me, glaring between me and the group of fighting wolves. “What the fuck, Sabrina?”
“Dax’s wolf picked me as his mate,” I blurted. “He freaked out, and started the fight. It wasn’t me, I swear.”
Shock and understanding warred in his gaze as he surveyed the group again. Elliot was still trying to break up the fight, but was defending Lizzy, too.
“Yell for him, then run out to the back and yell for him again. Try to sound scared,” Zed growled at me. “And if he doesn’t come running, then get in your car and start driving.”
Sounding scared wouldn’t be a problem.
“Dax,” I yelled, slipping past Zed and hurrying outside. Hearing sirens in the distance, I swore to myself as I went.
Running? Not my thing. Exercise in general? Also not my thing. The only reason I ever went to the gym was when I was dressed sexily, hoping to catch the eye of a werewolf who’d want me.
Which was another reason I needed a werewolf to pick me as his mate. For werewolves, all that was required to be healthy was eating an assload of food. And as my ass could tell you, I loved food.
And I would sure as hell love being mated to a werewolf.
I shoved the back door open, digging into my inner fictional-character and yelling at the top of my lungs, with every ounce of panic I could muster, “DAX!”
A few shouts echoed from within the restaurant, and a few moments later, the back door burst open and the wolf ran right into me.
His gigantic furry body knocked me off balance, and I crashed to the ground.
A snarl-whine escaped him as he dove beneath me, somehow managing to catch me before I broke my skull.
The sound of sirens grew louder, and I realized they were close—really close.
A handful of sexy werewolf cops swarmed the outside of the building. They weren’t holding guns, but my hands still went up in the air, though my body was still draped over Dax’s wolf’s
The wolf snarled, slipping out from beneath me and putting himself between me and the cops.