Chapter 4 PRISON BREAK

FLETCHER'S POV

I evaded an assault from one of Logan's henchmen, trying to keep the handcuffs off my wrists. I faced four deadly foes. They surrounded me, their hooks coming down to attack. One scratched my rear leg, making me scream in terror.

I preferred battling in my human form where I could be armed with my two knives and move quickly on my feet. I was slower as a wolf, even though I could hit harder. I wouldn't have a chance against a horde of wolf shifters as a human anyway, unless I was armed with a rifle or shotgun, but I was sure I'd be trampled to death if I tried anything funny.

It appeared, however, that the odds were not in my favor.

I was waiting for Carlos to arrive, but there was no sign of him. I looked up to the side to see two shifters joining our group.

Suddenly, Carlos emerged out of nowhere and pinned his paws into Logan's throat.

"Carlos, get him! Don't let him escape!" One of the two shifters yelled.

"I need backup!" Carlos wailed, trying to match Logan's strength as they both kept pushing.

Unexpectedly, Logan sprang at Carlos, and the two moved, gnawing and pawing at one another. Although Carlos appeared stronger, Logan was fierce. He had the high ground against Carlos, overwhelming him with his speed and agility.

This spelled doom for me; I never wanted to end up as Logan's slave. I wanted to act as backup for Carlos, I needed to help him, and I also wanted to hurt Logan-to make him taste the sweet nectar of revenge.

Oh, I wished I could make him bleed, yes, his blood-his life-leak out of him!

I took a step toward him, screaming in terror when one of the wolves I should have been fighting hit me with a club. I deserved that hit; I wasn't focusing.

Another wolf moved in and shoved me to the floor. A chain was being tied around me, and I was being rolled up like a bag of flour.

The hits brought me anguish, yet they weren't deadly. I ended up with bruises and cuts. Perhaps I was living my last day on earth; death was not only imminent but feasible.

Logan snarled, and the wolves stopped attacking me. After a second, I heard them running north, toward the palace that Logan considered his own.

Relief washed over me. They hadn't finished us off. I would rather not die, especially not at the moment when I suddenly felt... a mind-boggling attraction towards that lady.

Carlos and I needed to save her! We needed to go to Port Alvarez and rescue her! I could only guess what sort of plans Logan was having for her. The bad guy had a harem of women, and everything about him showed that he was keen on adding this strange lady to his list.

But everything in me opposed the possibility of her being with another person.

I didn't have the least idea about the lady's name, but in my heart, I had previously claimed her. She was mine! I would kill Logan if he laid a hand on her, yet at this moment, I was lying on the floor, bleeding and wounded. For some time, until my injuries healed, I wouldn't be able to do anything. Fortunately, wolf shifters had fast healing abilities, so in thirty minutes, I would be all set once more. I raised my head to see how Carlos was doing.

He was lying not far from me. His fur was bloodied, but he raised his head, and we shared a look.

I sighed. Sweet heavens! He wasn't dead.

On second thought, the way that Logan had messed with us this way was rather annoying. He didn't consider Carlos and me a threat to his regime. Today was his lucky day; his greatest undoing was keeping us alive.

When we went to Port Alvarez to save the lady, we'd have a surprise package for Logan. We would need to take mercenaries from our wolf pack in Belmont with us. Then our numbers would be practically even, and the battle wouldn't be as uneven as it had been the first time.

For the time being, I needed to stay still until my wounds healed completely. I caught Carlos staring once more. He was attempting to get up, but his feet kept him from moving. He probably sustained wounds to his legs. Anger consumed his eyes; he really wanted to avenge his defeat.

That level of savagery employed by Logan was nothing new to Carlos. Typically, I would have been entertained by his fury. His crazy propensities really did tend to give him the high ground in a battle. However, at this moment, he needed to lie still.

I shook my head, telling him to back down; it wasn't worth the risk. I attempted to relay to him with my eyes that he should continue to rest. We had been together since childhood, Carlos being my older cousin. Fortunately, he figured out my message. He protested, miserable about not being able to follow Logan and his goons, yet his rage at last died down. I was happy we could communicate even without words. I loved him as my brother.

Thirty minutes went by as we lay out and about, our injuries healing gradually. The desire to pursue the lady to save her returned in full force when my physical pain quit being so overwhelming. For me, the mission was already sealed: attack Port Alvarez, free the captured lady, and take back the rest of the prisoners to Centro Villa.