Chapter 285 Chapter 285
Lindon turned from her to Blair. “Your mate is glorious, brother.”
“You are not my brother. You belong to no family, no clan.” Blair still hadn’t moved.
Lindon’s expression darkened, “If I best you, they’re just going to shoot me.” He lifted his hands out from his body.
“No one will interfere.” Blair turned his head and looked at Calum. “If you live through this, you will be put to trial in front of the Alliance.
Calum didn’t hesitate or speak, just motioned to the traitor standing before them.
Lindon stripped quickly as if suddenly realizing the dire situation he was in.
Blair made no move at all.
When Lindon stepped back and shifted fast, Blair stood there looking at the large white tiger in front of him. His coat wasn’t smooth and there were a lot of scars. The evidence of the fights he’d been in while taking his own kind and turning them over to Tomas couldn’t have been clearer.
Lindon hunched down like he was going to lunge for Blair, Deacon’s hand went to his regular gun. Calum reached over and clamped his hand over it, preventing him from drawing.
Deacon looked over at him, Calum shook his head and moved his hand.
The animal jumped at Blair and Deacon almost swallowed his tongue when Blair was able to take the brunt of the hit and stay standing. Lindon hit the ground and landed on his side when Blair shoved him back.
Blair’s track pants were gone, and a large sleek white tiger stood where he had. He stalked toward his brother with slow steps.
When Lindon stood up, Blair’s cat had almost a foot in length and a lot more weight on him. His older brother looked like a second-rate wannabe next to Blair.
From that point on everything was a white blur. After five attempts Lindon still hadn’t landed a single blow on Blair, but his white coat was spotted with red streaks.
Lindon flipped and got out from beneath Blair and reared on his back legs, hoping to land a hit on his younger brother. Blair lashed out with sharp claws and got him right along the underbelly, at the same moment he clamped his teeth into his throat.
Deacon held his breath, as Blair with a strength that shocked him, flipped the other cat over him onto the ground—without breaking his hold on his neck. Lindon was trying to spin out of his grip, swatting with his paws and hitting thin air. He’d seen some fights in his life, but not like this and never between two cats of that size. It was a silent, meticulous battle and Lindon was not coming out of it alive.
The cat beneath Blair managed to get his back legs under him and was trying to pull himself free now, only ensuring that his younger siblings’ teeth were sinking deeper. Deacon could smell the blood, and there was a lot of it.
Lindon dropped the length of his body to the ground, his sides were heaving in slow deep breaths, like he was struggling to get air.
Blair released him and stood over him, staring down at him. He stepped back, never taking his eyes off him, and then shifted back to skin and went over to his brother’s cat laying there on the ground, he was barely breathing now. As he dropped down to one knee, Lindon lashed out with a large paw and slashed Blair’s chest.
Grabbing the paw, Blair pinned it to the ground. Leaning down, he said something close to the dying cat’s face. Lindon shifted back to the body of a man. Blood from his injuries covered him. With a lightning-fast move, Blair grabbed his head and twisted it. The sound of his neck snapping echoed in the silence.
Getting to his feet slowly, Blair turned around and walked with steady steps to where there other four men stood. “Surrender or run.” Blair growled, his chest rising and falling fast, “I love the chase.” He added with a tone that sent a chill down Deacon’s spine.
The four men looked at Blair for a moment, taking in the blood running down his chest from the claw marks. One by one they raised their hands slowly.
Stepping back, Blair took the pants that Kobie held out to him. She moved to check his bloodied chest, “Leave it.” He told her with a gentle tone.
Deacon snapped his head around, remembering they had to get out of here. “Coming out through the garage.” He told the others waiting. “Bring the other vans closer.” Moving over, he opened the door leading through the garage.
“Send the clean-up here, Devin, and get them to go through everything, and find the rest of this clan.” Calum’s voice came over the system.
“Body bag?” Devin asked.
“One,” Calum said as he motioned for Nox to bring the men through.
“There won’t be a trace of them by daylight.” Devin’s low tone told all those on the comms.