Unbroken (Dark Moon Shifters #3) by Bella Jacobs

Author:Bella Jacobs [Jacobs, Bella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B07PJS5T4W
Publisher: Bella Jacobs Books
Published: 2019-04-17T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Wren

I come through gasping, coughing, laughing, weeping, and clinging to Creedence with every last bit of strength left in me. I’m filthy and thirsty and my stomach aches like I haven’t eaten in weeks, but I’m alive.

And so is he. And we’re both about to be free.

For real.

I can feel them, up above—Kite, Dust, and Luke close and getting closer with every passing second.

I cup Cree’s dirty, fungus-smeared face in my trembling hands and whisper in a voice scratchy with disuse, “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” he says, tears slipping down his cheeks to soak into my thumbs. “You look like hell, Slim.”

“You’re still pretty,” I say, grinning.

“Of course I am,” he says, lips curving. “What are we smiling about exactly?”

“We’re real. And we’re getting out of here.” I look up into the impenetrable dark, catching a scatter of staccato gunfire from somewhere on the other side.

“If our people win the gun fight up there.” Creedence swipes at my forehead with his hand. “And if whatever this shit is doesn’t kill us.”

“It already tried and failed.” I glance at the wooden door—the real one this time, the one that truly leads to Atlas’s castle—and narrow my eyes. I’m not beaten yet, not by a long shot.

I’ll be back for you, I promise silently as the gunshots grow louder, closer, and the lines connecting me to my mates’ pulse with renewed power.

Creedence wraps his arm around my shoulders, and we huddle close as the fight continues overhead. Then there’s a period of silence, followed by a sonic boom so loud the diseased walls shiver, letting off puffs of dark black spores. Creedence grabs the front of my shirt and drags it up toward my mouth, but the fabric is already black with growth and so damp with old sweat it clings to my skin.

We both settle for hands slapped over our mouths and noses as we huddle closer to the door, the only relatively safe place in this hole. The boom comes again, and then more almost eerie calm. But it’s okay.

They’re coming. I can feel it.

“Think they’ll be freaked out that we’re half dead?” Cree asks.

“Better than all dead.” I rest my head on his shoulder.

He hums beneath his breath. “Much better, though I’d be more excited about it if I knew how—” He breaks off, tensing against me. “Do you hear that?”

I look up, searching the black tunnel above. “It’s like…really loud bees.”

“Or a lawnmower,” Cree murmurs.

“Baby helicopter?” My pulse speeds as the droning swells closer and a wind kicks up, sending more spores swirling into the air.

“You may have something there, darlin’.” Cree squints into the sudden glare as a shaft of light blares down on us from above. A moment later, a heartbreakingly familiar voice crackles over a loudspeaker, “We’re sending down one hazmat unit. We assume you two lovebirds won’t mind sharing?”

Dust. It’s Dust! He’s here.

I nod hard, my smile splitting my face and the backs of my eyes aching. If I had any liquid left in my body, I’d be weeping with relief.

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