Chapter 551 Chapter 551
Griffin had to work hard to clamp down on his emotions. He was being hunted and this time he could fight back. No other time in his life had he been able to. He knew it wouldn’t be any of the men that tormented him through the years, those ones always stayed close to their enslaver, Aiden—but the ones coming for him now, still deserved to be removed from this life.
He watched Blaise, how she stood motionless and peered out the window. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to her. Too many had paid the price when he was younger and tried to go against his father’s wishes. No more were going to suffer because he existed. She squatted and opened the window a few inches. He watched her inhale slowly, and duplicated her motion. All he could smell was the flower scent. Did all shifters carry specific scents? He knew it was her he smelled, not some shampoo like she tried to redirect him with. If, no, when they made it out of her, he was going to ask her why she smelled like flowers, and hope she didn’t hit him for it.
She jerked her head and looked at him, then motioned with her hand to get closer to the floor. He complied without making a sound, he knelt on one knee and took the safety off the gun. He watched and waited. She had the rifle aimed out the bottom of the window and stayed that way, he couldn’t hear if she were even breathing right now. When she lowered it to the floor and moved closer to the door, his heart picked up the pace again.
She was crouched in the middle of the room, a blade in each hand. Before he could register what she was planning to do, the door opened, and a tall man entered. Griffin was more than a little shocked to see he was just wearing pants, no jacket or boots.
He wanted to shoot him, but when Blaise didn’t move, he wasn’t sure if he should make any kind of movement and draw his attention or not.
The intruder had a long blade in his hand. When he stepped through the doorway, Griffin saw the second man come in behind him. This one held a gun.
“You might as well come out, coward. The boss says it’s time to come home, no more running.”
Aiden didn’t know he’d been taken, they thought he’d run. Before Griffin could decide if that was an advantage, Blaise spun into action. The one with the gun was disarmed and lying on the floor with a blade sticking out of his throat.
The only sound to be heard was him gurgling in his own blood. The other one was halfway across the room, staring Blaise down as she stood, braced for any move he made.
The man chuckled. “You risked your life for a rendezvous? Griffin, the boss is going to love that.”
Griffin wanted to shoot him, but Blaise was in the way.
“Settle down, little girl, I have no beef with you.”
A low growl filled the room, and a shiver moved over Griffin as he realized it was Blaise making the sound.
“I do hate to kill a frisky woman—”
Whatever else he planned to say was cut off as the second blade Blaise held embedded itself into his throat. He dropped to his knees and then fell to the floor clutching it. When he pulled it out, Griffin winced. Stupidest move to make, now he’d just bleed out faster.
Blaise went over to the first one, retrieved her blade, and cut free the small pack he’d been wearing, and then to the second man, she placed her foot on his head, removed his pack, and then walked toward Griffin. “Put these in the bag on the sled.” She held out the packs. Reaching into her own, she held out something so your head doesn’t freeze.”
It was the hat she’d had on when she’d walked into the cabin looking like a snowman.
“Tuck my rifle under the bag I tied on.” She turned and looked around and then slipped the pack over her head. “Come back in two and grab my clothes.” She wiped the blood-covered knives on her jeans and put them in her pack.
Griffin nodded and went outside. He was running on autopilot, unable to think beyond how watching her fall those two men like unwanted trees made him feel. He liked it, which was ridiculous, he hated violence in any form. His body size wasn’t the only new thing about him and the sad part was there was no time to think about what else had changed.
After he put the pack in her bag and secured the rifle. He looked at the machine he was going to be driving. Hopefully, it wasn’t hard to figure out. A low growl made him pause and look up. A gorgeous dark brown tiger stood outside the door looking at him. Something inside him moved and sent a shiver through him. He could only hope it was his animal that he was supposed to be able to get in touch with. He wanted to stroke a hand down her back as he moved by her but figured that might have him with only one hand left to drive.
Going in, he grabbed her clothes and rolled them up. He didn’t see her small pack. Going back out, he stopped and watched her looking into the storm. The pack was on her. That was genius, he wondered who had designed a pack they could wear in their animal form. He had so much to learn, but as he was running for his life, it would have to wait.
When she turned and looked at him, there was no missing the ‘hurry the hell up’ expression in her amber cat eyes.
“Sorry,” he rushed by her, “you’re quite gorgeous, Blaise.” He put her clothes in the bag and then sat on the seat of the snowmobile. It took him a second but then it was running, and he glanced at her and nodded. His only thought at this point was he hoped he could control it and not drive off the mountain and die when he crashed into a tree. It would be a short-lived freedom, but at least he’d be free when he died, which was bizarre if not the sadistic dream he’d had most of his life.