Werewolf Academy Book 3

by Cheree Alsop

Alex decided to prey on that fear. “Drogan’s more of a monster than I am. He deserves to stay locked up. He should suffer for what he’s done.”

  “She’ll suffer for your insolence!” the General yelled. He lifted his gun to hit Kalia.

  Alex flicked his wrist the way Caden had taught him. The knife he had pulled from the sheath at his wrist that was hidden beneath his jacket sliced through the air and struck the General’s hand, knocking the gun from his grasp. Alex’s second knife hit the arm of the man holding the flashlight. The light fell to the floor as the man screamed. Alex dove into the darkness before bullets struck where he had been standing.

  The flashlight spun in a circle on the floor, lighting first Kalia in the chair, then the bleeding man who had been holding the flashlight, and coming to rest on the General as he gripped the knife that protruded from his hand. Blood dripped down his fingers and hit the floor in a soft patter.

  The General tore the knife from his palm. “Who are you?” he demanded.

  Alex’s chest rose and fell. He stood slowly from his hiding place in the corner. His voice was gruff when he replied, “My name is Alex Carso. I am your son.”

  Lights from the guns jerked in his direction. Alex ran silently across the dark floor to the other side of the room while bullets peppered the place he had been standing.

  The General held up his bloody hand, stopping his men. “You’re mistaken,” the man said, his lips curled in a hate-filled grimace. “I don’t have werewolf blood in my veins.”

  “Believe me when I say I wish that was all I had,” Alex replied. His muscles were tense as he prepared to run in case the Extremists attacked. The lights of their guns searched for him, but he was far across the room, a shadow among the rest.

  The General’s eyes locked in the direction of his voice, though Alex knew the human couldn’t see him in the darkness. “That she-wolf.” His voice darkened with hatred. “I knew I should have killed her.”

  “I don’t take it you had a moment of empathy,” Alex said dryly.

  The General’s grimace deepened. “I don’t have empathy for monsters.”

  Alex wanted to keep him talking. He didn’t know how he was going to get Kalia out of there. He looked around the enclosed room as he spoke. “You just use them and throw them away.”

  “Learning from monsters lets me know what I need to do to keep from being one of them,” the General said.

  Alex shook his head. “You’re wrong, General. Or should I say, Dad?” The word tasted bitter in his mouth. “You’ve become the monster.”

  The General grabbed Kalia by the throat. Blood from his sliced hand dripped down the front of her shirt. He put the knife Alex had thrown to her throat. “Where is my son?” the General yelled; his knuckles turned white when he gripped Kalia’s neck. A vein bulged in his forehead.

  Alex’s heart thundered in his ears as Kalia struggled. He had to save her, but acting would get them both shot. Except that he had something the General wanted desperately.

  “Let her go and I’ll tell you,” Alex shouted. He ran into the light of the guns. Fingers tightened on triggers. Alex held up his hands. “I’ll tell you where Drogan is if you leave her alone.”

  A light of triumph glittered in General Jared Carso’s eyes. He lowered Kalia back to the chair. She gasped for breath, her eyes streaming tears and her face red. There was a drop of blood on her throat where the knife had pricked her skin. As much as Alex wanted to go to her, he kept his eyes on the General.

  “Tell me where he is or you both die,” the man said. His gaze narrowed dangerously. “If you tell me wrong, it will be the last thing you say.”

  Alex was about to admit that he didn’t know the location where the GPA had hidden Drogan when Brock said into his earpiece, “Give them anything. I’ll make sure Drogan’s there.”

  Alex said a quiet thanks for the human’s intervention. He thought quickly. The first thing that came to his mind was the park where he had played soccer with the students. He gave the General the address.

  “I’ll know if you’re lying,” the General said, but there was a note of hope in the man’s voice he tried to hide.

  “He’s there,” Alex replied.

  “You’re both coming with me for insurance,” the General said, his eyes filled with hatred.

  Guns followed Alex as he crossed slowly to Kalia’s side. She reached up her tied hands and grabbed his as though it was a lifeline. He wanted to hug her and ensure that she was alright, but he kept still.

  “Shoot him,” the General said to one of his men.

  Ice ran through Alex’s veins.

  “No!” Kalia protested.

  Two shots hit Alex in the chest so hard the blows to the vest at such close proximity knocked the wind from him. He stumbled back a few steps, struggling to suck in air, but remaining upright.

  The General’s eyes narrowed. “If you want something done right, don’t ask an idiot to do it,” he muttered. He ripped the gun from the man’s hand and shot Alex in the shoulder just before the edge of the vest, then turned and shot his own man in the head. The man fell to the floor.

  Alex hunched over in pain. He couldn’t breathe and couldn’t think as pain flared through every inch of his body. His heart skipped a beat, then another.

  The General leaned over and said in his ear, “That’s a silver-cased bullet filled with liquid silver. If you run, you die from the silver. This will slow you down until I’m sure Drogan’s safe.”

  “Then what will you do with Alex?” Kalia asked. The fear in her voice was laced with defiance and hatred for the man who held them captive.

  The General’s lips lifted in a humorless smile. “Whatever I please.” He looked at his men. “Get them to the car.”

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  A door in the back wall was opened to reveal a dark cement hallway. Someone shoved Alex forward. He stumbled and Kalia ducked under his arm, holding him up. Through the pain-laced haze that filled his mind, he saw how red her wrists were from the zip ties fastened around them.

  “I’m sorry,” he forced out past numb lips.

  “Don’t be sorry,” Kalia replied. “We’re going to survive this.”

  “Shut up!” the General commanded.

  The door slammed shut behind them. The Extremists’ gun lights pierced the darkness. Alex could smell the exhaust and gasoline tinged scent of vehicles. He knew if they reached the General’s car, their chance to escape would be eliminated. He had to act.

  Adrenaline pulsed through Alex’s veins. He spun and slammed a haymaker into the jaw of the man closest to them. Alex’s heart faltered with the silver rushing through his system. He willed his strength to hold. His right arm refused to respond. Gunshots echoed in the dark hall. He dove into the legs of a second man and turned, using the man’s body to take down others.

  “Alex!” Kalia screamed.

  A glance back showed Kalia pinned to the ground by two men. One had a gun to her head. Kalia’s eyes turned gold and she yelled in pain. Someone tackled Alex from behind, slamming him into a wall. He kicked against the cement and arched his back, driving the man over backwards. Rolling to his feet, Alex kicked the man in the jaw followed by the chest.

  The silver was beginning to take effect. His body responded sluggishly to his wishes and his heart beat erratically in his chest. Another man lifted a gun. Alex grabbed the Extremist’s wrist with his left and spun inward, using his momentum to slam the man against the wall. He staggered back. The butt of a gun connected with the back of his head.

  Alex crashed to the ground. He tried to push back up, but a foot slammed into his head, pinning him down. The cold metal of a gun muzzle pressed against the side of his skull. Kalia was pinned to the floor across the hall from him. She met his gaze. Her eyes were wide and golden, her face twisted with pain. The men who held her down didn’t have to fight her struggle as she was tormented with her headache.

  “I’ve had enough of this,” the General growled.


  The gun barrel pressed harder. Alex tried to fight, but the silver in his veins made his heart weak and his body wouldn’t listen.

  “You may carry my blood,” General Jared Carso growled. “But you are no son of mine.”

  “Thank goodness,” Alex forced through his locked jaw.

  He could smell the determination wafting from the General. Alex knew he was going to die. He wished with all of his damaged heart that he could have gotten Kalia to safety. He closed his eyes, picturing Cassie and Tennison, Meredith, and Jaze and Nikki holding baby William. He had so much to live for.

  He opened his eyes.

  Kalia shuddered beneath her captors. She closed her golden eyes. Her nose elongated and her arms and legs changed musculature and shape. As Alex watched, white fur ran up Kalia’s arms and down her back. She arched, throwing the Extremists from her. Her shoulders rolled and her ears moved and sharpened; settling into the form of the wolf. A growl tore from the white Alpha female’s throat as her eyes locked with the General’s.

  He let out a thick stream of curse words. The pressure against Alex’s head let up as the General backed away. It seemed in the force of Kalia’s rage that he had forgotten that he held a gun.

  The shock of seeing Kalia phase into an Alpha waged war with the silver haze that filled Alex’s mind. He wasn’t going to be able to think his way through. Alex gave up logic and let instinct take over. His body phased quickly of its own accord. Alex rose in wolf form. Keeping weight off his right shoulder, he spun and dove at the General. The man yelled as Alex’s fangs closed around his gun hand. Alex ducked and rolled with his good shoulder, forcing the Extremist to the ground.

  A thunder of footsteps charged at them from the parking garage. Kalia barked a warning. Alex bit at the General’s throat. The man put an arm in the way and Alex latched on.

  He couldn’t leave someone like the General alive. The man deserved to die after all he had done to werewolf kind and to Jet. He should die.

  Kalia barked again. Alex knew he had to leave before the other Extremists got there. Alex drove down. He felt the General’s arm break beneath his strong jaws. General Carso yelled in pain and slammed a fist against Alex’s wounded shoulder.

  Alex fell to the side. Kalia was at the door that led back to the stairs. She rammed her shoulder against it and the force of her Alpha strength made it give. The General was searching for a gun. He held his broken arm tight to his side. Alex wanted more than anything to knock him down and end his life.

  Kalia growled. There were men in the room. She needed his help.

  Alex made the hardest decision of his life. He turned away from the General and loped through the door, forcing his injured shoulder to hold his weight despite the pain.

  “Send the hounds after them!” the General shouted.

  Kalia bowled down three men. A dozen more were rushing down the stairs. Alex jumped past her and ducked his head, knocking them left and right before they could react. He could hear Kalia running after him. He reached the door to the mall and dove through.

  Gunfire echoed from every corner. Extremists and werewolves battled for their lives. He could only hope the rest of his pack was alright. Kalia ran past him, intent on the middle of the battle. Alex barked. She spun and stared at him. Alex tipped his head toward the doors that led outside. She took a step forward. Alex barked again; it was a command to an Alpha. But to him, she was still Kalia, the girl who loved him. Even though he didn’t return the same affection, he cared about her enough that he had almost died to save her.

  His shoulder throbbed angrily, reminding him that dying wasn’t that far away if he didn’t get help soon. Alex loped for the doors. The sound of claws on tile let him know that Kalia was following. He hit the door with his good shoulder, forcing it open.

  The General’s command to send the hounds after them kept echoing over and over in Alex’s mind. Sunlight bathed them as they ran through the city that was just awakening. Cars honked at Alex. He leaped to avoid the onrush of a truck and landed bad on his shoulder. Slamming against the side of a building, Alex glanced back.

  His heart slowed. Wolves were hot on his trail. They weren’t just any wolves; they were werewolves growling and drooling with their tongues hanging out and eyes glazed. Alex realized that was what the General meant by hounds. He had found a way to control them somehow. Werewolves, strong, fast, and under the command of the General sent a surge of panic through Alex.

  Fear showed in Kalia’s gaze when she reached his side. They loped together through the streets, dodging cars and early morning pedestrians who screamed and ran at the sight of the werewolves. The hounds that pursued them brought down anyone unfortunate enough to end up in their path. Humans fell beneath the drive of the crazed werewolves. Alex wanted to save them, but he could barely keep ahead of the hounds with his shoulder and the silver in his veins. They would catch him; it was just a matter of when.

  Kalia must have thought the same thing. She turned at the last second and charged into the back of a delivery truck someone had left open. Alex followed after her, wondering if the box would become their grave. He placed himself at the half door. The other side was shut securely. It would funnel the hounds, forcing them to attack in smaller groups.

  Kalia reached his shoulder. She gave a small whine. Her eyes, the icy blue gaze of the Kalia he knew, held his. The odds were stacked against them. Alex lifted his lips in a snarl. He wouldn’t give up. She faced the door with a snarl of her own. The sound of the hounds drew closer, howling, growling, and whining as the screams of the innocent were smothered. Paws hit the ramp, then the hounds were inside.

  Kalia and Alex fought as one. Kalia used her Alpha strength to pull them down and Alex finished them. He lost track of how many throats he tore open and how many final gasps he heard. He remembered chasing deer and elk with Rafe’s pack. The muscle memory was there, but this was different, so very different. Instead of killing the weakest member of a herd to fill the bellies of the pack, Alex was forced to slay his own kind to save someone he cared about. The metallic tang of werewolf blood coated his tongue. He had to fight down nausea as he grabbed another throat and bit down.

  A louder howl filled the air. Alex’s head jerked up. The frothing muzzle and rolling eyes of a black Alpha came into view. Alex glanced at Kalia. Fear showed in her eyes as she pulled down two more hounds. She looked exhausted after all they had been through. Neither of them had the strength left to take on an Alpha, but if Alex didn’t do something, they were going to die.

  Alex crossed the bodies of the wolves as the Alpha forced his way through the door. The wolf didn’t seem to notice his fallen comrades and pack mates as his gaze locked on Kalia. The rumbling growl that rolled from the Alpha’s chest filled the back of the delivery truck. Alex could barely put weight on his shoulder as he limped to stand in the Alpha’s path to Kalia. The black wolf’s crazed eyes narrowed. Alex barred his teeth.

  The Alpha hit him with such force Alex was shoved over backwards. The pain that surged through his shoulder when he slammed to the floor sent a rush of heat through Alex. The thought that the Alpha was about to reach Kalia filled his mind. He had to act. Alex’s vision and thoughts tinted blue. He felt the strength pulse through his veins. Alex’s muscles thickened and he rose onto his hind legs as his claws thickened and body filled out. A roar tore from Alex’s chest.

  Alex grabbed the Alpha by the back of the neck just before its jaws closed around Kalia’s throat. Alex slammed the wolf against the side of the delivery truck so hard the metal dented. The Alpha yelped and tried to grab Alex’s forearm with its fangs. Its claws scrabbled against Alex’s chest, but he didn’t feel it. If he let the hound down, they were both dead. Alex hadn’t gone through so much to rescue Kalia just to let an Alpha win. The blue light raged through his vision. His claws closed around the Alpha’s neck. The creature struggled. A crack sounded, and the body went limp.

  Kalia stared at Alex. He dropped the hound and stumbled backward. The blu
e tint faded from his vision as his body turned back into its regular wolf shape. Both of them looked at the Alpha. Before Kalia could do anything, more hounds appeared at the door to the delivery truck.

  Eventually, the bodies of the fallen werewolves lay inside the delivery truck and out and the hounds stopped coming. Alex felt weak and sick. His shoulder burned as though someone held a branding iron to it. He leaned against the door searching the streets for more attackers. Kalia stood next to him, helping him remain standing.

  In the back of Alex’s mind, a warning sounded. If the General sent the hounds after them, he had a way to track his beasts. Alex gave a small whine and jerked his head toward the street, indicating that they needed to leave. Kalia put her ears back, fear bright in her blue eyes. Alex didn’t know how far he could go, but taking his chances in the streets sounded much better than waiting for the General to take them at his leisure.

  Alex limped out the door. Kalia followed close behind, leaning against his side as if afraid to be apart from him. It helped to keep him balance as they trotted slowly down the street, unable to go any faster.

  Alex led them without realizing where he was going. His vision was blurry and he fought to hold his head up. The streets all looked the same. The sun was far too bright, lighting the cement and the sides of the buildings as if they were on fire. Alex eyes watered. He wondered dizzily what Boris would say about a crying werewolf.

  Scents become familiar when they neared the end of one alley. It took Alex a few minutes to realize that they had arrived at Red’s warehouse. He let out a shuddering breath. Part of him said they should run away so they didn’t lead the General’s hounds, if there were any left, to the warehouse. The other side of his brain said if he thought he was going to survive any longer running through the alleys of the city, he was insane and wouldn’t survive the day.

  Alex pushed the door open with his good shoulder and collapsed inside.

  ***

  “Who’s there?” someone called.