Warrior's Hope (Dark Protectors #16)

Liam grabbed his brother and forced him to drink blood.

Collin drank and then pushed him away. “I’ve got it. I’m okay. I can heal myself.”

“You’re a fucking disaster,” Liam said.

A Kurjan soldier came out of nowhere, and Liam turned, kicking and then slicing, punching hard and fast in a blur of motion. Hope gritted her teeth and tried to push herself up. The helicopter was smoking and burning behind them. As soon as that fire hit the fuel, the craft was going to blow.

“We have to move,” she said, pain coursing through her entire body.

“Agreed.” Collin forced himself to stand. Half of his hair was burned away, revealing his scalp. Hope tried to help him, but he gestured her away. “I’m fine.” He stood and staggered slightly before ducking a shoulder beneath hers. “You can’t walk on that knee. Let me help you.” The smell of burned flesh and hair clogged the air.

They looked wildly around for a safe refuge, but hand-to-hand combat was going on all around them. A laser bullet zoomed by them and hit the copter. Liam dispatched the Kurjan he was fighting by slicing off the enemy’s head and then kicking the body out of the way.

His fangs dropped low. “Here. Over here.” He put his shoulder under Hope’s other arm, and the twins lifted her off the ground and started running with her between them. She tried to send healing cells to her broken knee and actually felt something happening. Liam’s blood was helping too. Slowly, her knee popped back into place. She shrieked at the pain and then calmed. Okay, that was better. They reached some sort of toolshed, and Liam released her as Collin did the same. She stood on one foot.

“Get healed,” Liam ordered his brother.

Collin shut his eyes and concentrated. The air popped all around him as healing cells took effect.

Screams of outrage and pain filled the air as well as the smell of smoke and blood. The sound of steel on steel, metal on metal, and fists hitting bodies reached a crescendo all around them. Hope’s gut hurt, and she wanted to throw up. Instead, she focused on healing her knee. It took only a few minutes, but it seemed like an eternity.

Collin finally pushed away from the rough wooden shed. “I’m okay. Let’s get in this thing.”

Liam cut his gaze to Hope.

She shook her head. “Go. They need you.” She no longer had her laptop, but she had her ear communicator and her phone. She pulled it from her pocket. “I can see and direct all of you. Paxton, Vero, and Hunter need assistance. They’re surrounded about two hundred yards to the north, over by the main lodge. You guys need to get there.”

“We’re not leaving you,” Collin said, his hands clenched into fists.

There wasn’t time to argue. She gingerly put weight on her now healed leg. “You don’t have a choice. I can get inside where the enhanced females are.”

“That’s a good idea,” Liam said. “All right, stay between us, and we’ll take you there. If we’re engaged and you need to run, do it.”

“Affirmative,” she said. The barracks where the enhanced females lived was less secure than some of the others. The Kurjans had relied on manpower to guard it, and right now they were all out fighting. She ducked her head and pulled a knife from the sheath inside her boot. “Let’s go.”

They were close to their destination. Even so, they had to engage several Kurjan soldiers on the way. The Cyst were busy fighting elsewhere, which was good. Collin killed two soldiers, Liam three, and Hope took down one on her own. She used the Kurjan fighting blade to her advantage and killed him. His blood sprayed across her face, burning her chin. She wiped at it frantically.

“Let’s go,” Liam yelled, his shoulder obviously broken.

They ran farther and finally reached the barracks. Three Realm soldiers were already guarding the facility.

“Good,” Liam said, pushing her past the soldiers. “Is it clear in there?”

The first Realm soldier nodded. “Yes. No Kurjans or Cyst and no weapons. We made sure.”

“Good. All right. Direct us,” Liam said.

She read the face of her phone, her mind calculating distances and fighting forces. “Go assist Paxton,” she ordered. “That way.” She pointed past several clusters of combatants.

“On it,” Collin said. He and his brother hurried into the fray.

Hope took a deep gulp just as she spotted Lyrica and Genevieve hurrying toward her.





Chapter Forty


Hope turned as two Kurjan soldiers barreled around the corner and tackled the Realm guards. A third followed up and grabbed her, lifting her off the ground.

“Oh, hell no,” Lyrica yelled, running toward them and stabbing the Kurjan in the eye repeatedly. Genevieve followed and kicked him in the groin, ankle, and knees while shrieking the entire time.

He bellowed and backed away, swatting at the two females. Then a Realm soldier tackled him to the ground, and the other two took care of their attackers. Hope turned, ushering the women back into safety. Her breath panted. “Thanks for that.”

“Sure.” Lyrica’s chest heaved, and she wiped blood off her cheekbone. “Snuck out and grabbed weapons for some of us. We’re ready to fight.” She winced. “Their blood burns.”

“I know.” Hope reached out and wiped off her friend’s cheek.

Lyrica gulped. “We were just about to make a run for it. You want to come with us?”

Hope took out her phone to watch her team in action. “No, no. Don’t go anywhere. It’s not safe. There are more explosives, and the Kurjans will probably shoot you on sight. Your best bet is to stay here, and I’ll let you know if we need to run in the case of a breach.” She looked around the main barracks area at the twenty or so enhanced females. “Are any of you mated to Kurjans?”

They all shook their heads.

“No,” Lyrica said. “The mates are all at other barracks. To be honest, there aren’t many here. I don’t think the soldiers take them when they go to other camps.”

That actually made sense. “Good. Excellent job procuring weapons.”

“Thanks. It feels good to have a way to protect ourselves now. They’ve kept weapons away from us, obviously,” Lyrica said. “Probably thought we’d stab them through the brain as if they had any.” Today, the woman wore a light pink skirt with a V-neck top. She angrily unbraided her thick black hair. “I really want in that battle.”

“Do you know how to fight?” Hope asked.

Lyrica set her stance. “Yeah, I know how to fight. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

“I admire your dedication,” Hope said. “But for now, how about we let everybody who has weapons and tactical gear fight the bad guys?”

“All right,” Lyrica said, frowning. “But I’m telling you, if things look like they’re going south for the good guys, I’m not waiting here.”

Hope turned back to her phone. “Agreed.”