She rushed the words out and yanked Jordan’s door open.
“Ma’am? Please repeat—”
The line went dead. She glanced at her cell phone. Her battery had died.
“Frickin’ hell!” For a non-violent person she was ready to beat the crap out of the phone.
With the press of a button, she popped the trunk and ran for the back of the car. If she knew one thing, it was that Jordan loved to carry around weapons to defend herself. After all the attacks on Jordan’s life, Karla could certainly understand. But Karla came from a non-violent family. A screwed up, but non-violent family.
Sure enough, there was a double-barrel shotgun in there. She was a decent shot, but with handguns and only because Emma and Jordan considered going to the shooting range female bonding time. She had no idea how well she’d do with a shot gun. But there was no time to think about it. She shoved some shells into the shot gun and picked up the loaded weapon. With a quickness she’d never thought she possessed, she pointed it at the shifter slashing gashes at her brother. Poor Kel tried to throw punches in there, but the other guy was big and strong. Not to mention he had claws.
Aim. Fire. Land on your ass. The kickback from the shotgun wasn’t one she was used to, and sure enough, she landed on her ass from the force of the shot. But her efforts didn’t go to waste. She hit the shifter on his shoulder. The sound drew the attention of the other two, and she scrambled to her knees to aim the shotgun one more time. There wasn’t a chance to shoot. The two wolves and half-shifted man took off just as quickly as they’d attacked.
She ran for her brother. He sat up with a groan. Multiple deep gashes covered his chest and bloodied his torn clothing.
“Oh my God, Kel! Are you okay?” A loud sob choked the back of her throat. Tears ran down her face, blurring her vision. Great time for her hormones to show up.
“I’m fine. A little bruised and scratched is all.” He struggled to his feet and leaned on Ellie’s car.
She didn’t believe him for a second. The amount of blood spoke of deep cuts. She couldn’t even see clearly through his torn clothing, but knew he had to be hurting.
She rushed back to Jordan’s car and grabbed a couple of blankets and her “Furry Ass Repair Tote” also known as FART. Knowing it was possible to shift at any given time, they all carried some blankets around to cover up if they tore through their clothes. Though Ellie and Jordan are cut up, they aren’t groaning in pain, which tells her they might just be superficial wounds. Nor were they heavily bleeding any longer. Crouching down, she covered Ellie and then Jordan. That allowed the women to shift back to their human bodies. If only they’d had Mike stick around after the class. He’d have been able to help. Those few minutes meant her brother was wounded all over.
Her gaze focused on Kel’s cell on the floor next to him. He must’ve dropped it during the fight with the shifter. With a red battery light ready to give out, she took no chances with 9-1-1 and dialed Nate instead.
“Hey, beautiful.” His smooth voice calmed the near frantic beating of her heart and pushed back the bile burning the back of her throat.
“Where are you?” Anxiety coursed through her, causing her voice to tremble.
“Thirsty Wolfe.”
Damn it. Nate’s bar sat across town almost forty minutes away on a good traffic day.
“I need you. Some wolves attacked when we were leaving the school.” She said the words so fast they tripped over each other.
“Are you okay?” His voice turned into a rough growl.
She tried to choke back the fear over the amount of bleeding her brother had. “Yes, but Ellie, Jordan, and Kel need help. I tried to call 9-1-1 from my cell but it died on me. The operator and I had connection issues.”
“We’ll be there soon.”
“Hurry!”
Nate’s heart thundered hard in his chest as they sped to the school. All-consuming fear for his mate, for their child, and the rest of his family tore at his insides.
“She said they were fine, right?” Jake asked from the driver side.
“Yes. I sent some of our men who were in the area ahead to give them backup in case others showed up. Great time for Aric and dad to be gone.”
“You know how this works. They had to show face at a leaders’ council down south. If they didn’t, it would have been seen as something negative on our behalf. The whole ‘we’re better than them’ attitude.” Jake growled and hit a speed bump, never slowing down.
“He’s going to be pissed he wasn’t here.” Shit. He was pissed he hadn’t been there to defend the women from a new attack. They should have known that Rocco would send rogues out. Their helping Caleb was seen as siding with the enemy. Not that anyone in the Wolfe pack gave a shit about what Rocco or his lackeys thought.