Kane's Mate(32)
“No offense to the major over there, but why the hell is he here? Rane, I thought you handled all military? Aren’t you in charge anymore?”
“No offense taken,” the major said even as he scowled at her.
She stared at them until Rane sighed and ran his hands over his head. “The humans have decided they need to see how bad it is, what it takes to fight them. It’s getting so bad, and we can’t be everywhere. They’re seeing the ramification, so they want to help. Plus, the number of missing people in the last five years has tripled, so they want to help find them. They sent Major Black to see what we’re up against. I think we’re going to need the help if what you’ve told us you saw is coming, and from what’s been happening lately on our nightly watches, I feel you’re right.”
Faith sighed. “Well, we could use him for this one because there are three non-supernaturals, and if we need to go to the hospital his clearance could come in handy.” Faith told them about the vision, explaining that she knew the direction and had a feeling of where to go and a rough time. “I’ll go with you and feel my way like I did before. This time I have a better sense of when everything is going to happen.”
The five werewolves said, “No! You’re not coming.”
She glared at them all. “You have no choice. All your patrols are out, you even have your spares out, there are five women who are going to need someone to help them. I have the weapons and I trained with you all. You’re taking him!” She pointed at the major.
Jack shook his head. “No way, Faith. He’s military trained, seen battles before, been in them.”
Faith smiled at Jack. “So have I. Or have you forgotten that the other night I helped take down a demon? Come on, Jack. I’ll be really careful to stay away from the demons and only save the women, calm them, and help them. Come on, please. You have every available werewolf out there.”
She tried not to smile as five men groaned in defeat.
“You have fifteen minutes to get ready,” Jack said. “I’ll stay here close to central, monitoring movement. Make sure you phone in any new information. Any teams close by that aren’t busy I’ll send to help. Faith, if anything happens to you I will throttle you personally.”
Faith nodded at Jack before she rushed off to get ready.
Chapter 9
Faith was ready ten minutes later with fitted, black leather pants, a black singlet top, and a pink leather knife vest which she shook her head at because it pushed her assets up like an offering. It had been a present from Jamie on her eighteenth birthday that was meant as a joke, or so she thought. She came out of the room tying a band on her braid, to four slacked-jawed werewolves.
“Holy shit, and you said I suck at giving presents. All you need now is knee-high, fuck-me boots and a whip, then you’re about every guys’ walking wet dream.”
Faith rolled her eyes at Jamie, smiling. “Lucky for me I have the shit-kickers Rane bought me for my eighteenth birthday. You guys really know how to buy a girl a present. To think you have four sisters.” She shook her head.
Faith heard Jack chuckle before he turned to remind them not to hesitate to call. He grabbed her by the arm as they were leaving. “Remember, Faith, use the long knife as an extension of your body. It’s a dance, and they’re your dance partners that aren’t allowed to touch you.”
She nodded and ran after the boys.
Jack yelled, “Rane, don’t forget that the major is your responsibility.”
They drove to the city in record time knowing they had roughly thirty minutes to find the place. They passed the nightclub district, heading for the restaurant and pub section. The sense of direction became stronger until Faith knew they were close. She told them to stop, and they all got out and started walking toward a pub called O’Malley’s. Just before they reached the alley they heard screams and ran to get to the women. Two of the demons had hold of Lexie and Stacy. The other three women were screaming against the alley wall, huddled together and trying to battle off minions.
Faith pulled her long knives with their tips iced. She yelled, “The major and I will kill the minions.”
The werewolves nodded, and Rane hesitated for a moment, glaring at her. She raised her eyebrow at him, daring him to say anything. He sighed and joined the others.
Faith turned to the major who looked like he was trying to mask his horrified expression. “Major, remember to cut the wings, then the heart and head.”
He nodded, pulling out the knives Rane had given him.
They ran into the minions, the major on one side and Faith on the other. About half the minions turned to attack them. She tuned out the women’s screams, focusing on the ugly creatures that flew over her head scratching and biting. She arched, stretching her arms up, then swung them down in an arch, slicing the wings and one minion’s head. She spun and took a step forward, taking more wings. She then focused on stabbing the hearts. Faith whirled again, moving her arms in a circle, catching the last of the minions attacking her.