Zombies kept piling into the shop, and Remy knew she had to do something. There was no way they’d survive until reinforcements arrived. She’d practiced this only once before when she helped kill the demon with the other werewolves when she’d been on the run. She could survive a fire as it was a part of her. It didn’t even burn her hair off. She controlled it. She could walk through flames. She needed to kill all the zombies to save the people she loved.
Running through the horde of zombies, she burned any in her path, and when she stood in front of Arden she yelled, “Get them all out now. Trust me. All of them out now.” He stared at her, hesitating. “I can hold them off. I can kill them. Leave.”
She was surprised when Arden listened to her and moved back, grabbing the huddled women as she hurled firebomb after firebomb into the mass of zombies. She let the ring of fire around Sara fall, knowing she could take out the rest.
“Run. I’m doing this now,” she yelled, and turned to the hordes of zombies trying to get to her friends.
The zombies had now figured out that she needed to die so they could get to the others, and they were willing to sacrifice themselves to accomplish it. Moving into the mass of what she continued to tell herself were dead bodies and she couldn’t save, she lit herself up and exploded, letting the fire come out and hit everything close to her. She prayed that her friends had gotten somewhere safe, because now that she saw things melting and falling around her she knew she hadn’t really thought this through.
The zombies were giving deafening screams, and Remy fought not to give into despair. She had a lot to live for, people who loved her and who she loved. She cried out in pain as the zombies started crashing down everywhere, their heavy bodies hitting her.
Remy frantically gazed around for her own escape only to whimper as the ceiling fell down. Fearing she wouldn’t survive, she got down on the ground and crawled toward the front. She could do this. She had to do this. She would get out of there. She wanted things, and a family was a big need, want.
When she started to feel the hot glass beneath her she stood and made the fire around her higher. She needed to know the zombies wouldn’t survive. Stepping out of the store, she ignored the pain of the scratches from the falling debris and zombies, and slowly walked away, using every ounce of strength she had to get to the people she loved. They all stared at her, shell-shocked, with backup that had arrived to help them.
Knowing she was safe, she let the fire that coated her body recede and went straight to the man she’d fallen head over heels for.
* * * *
Arden stood transfixed as he watched his amazing mate walk out of a burning blaze. Flames covered her naked body, and she looked like some avenging goddess.
“Holy shit, man. I never knew Remy was so hot. Fuck me. I think I just came in my pants.”
Turning, he launched himself at Jamie. The fuckwit was looking and talking about his mate. “Don’t you fucking look at her. I’ll kill you.” He wrapped his hands around Jamie’s throat as Jamie fought to get him off.
“Arden, it was hard not to look. She is naked,” Jamie choked out, and Arden squeezed him harder, not caring about Jamie’s nails as they dug into him.
Arden snarled and growled as two sets of arms pulled and yanked him off Jamie. He turned, ready to fight off Jamie’s rescuers when he saw Ava and Logan. Ava looked like she... Shit, she was covered in cuts and bruises that were slower to heal because she was pregnant.
“I know Jamie’s a dick, but leave him be and go to your mate.” Ava’s eyes were filled with worry. Logan’s arms came around her, and his eyes were hard as steel as he glared at Arden.
Looking behind them, Arden saw the flames on Remy were almost extinguished. Nodding to Logan, he took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. “I’m sorry.” He reached up and gently caressed his sister’s face. “Thank you for everything.”
A tear slid down her cheek, and she forced a smile.
“I’m so sorry,” he said before he let his hand fall and he walked to his mate. He knew his sister knew he was apologizing for how he’d acted the last couple of months and how he’d treated her that night.
Remy came straight to him, and he yanked his shirt over his head and gathered her to him, easing away only to put the shirt on her. Remy wiggled into it, and it fell to her knees. She sighed and snuggled into his embrace, and he wrapped his arms around her.
“I did it,” she whispered.
Smoothing her hair—surprised after what he’d seen that she still had it—he hugged her tighter. “Yes, you saved us. Don’t ever do something as stupid as that again. I swear to God I’ll spank your arse so hard.”