Amber Silverblood: Rogue Wolf

Chapter Forty Two

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Chapter Forty Two

"Amber," said Dex as Gong lumbered toward us, "get back."

"Go to hell with that attitude," I shot back. "We're in this together."

BOOM. BOOM. Each of Gong's massive footsteps shook the floor a little bit. He came slowly, taking one step, pausing for a second, then taking another step. More than eight feet tall, with muscles that threatened to burst out of his fine, funeral-ish suit every time he swung his arms. He reminded me of Mr. Wrogan, maybe even taking his place as the World's Biggest Guy I Had Ever Seen.

That obviously wasn't going to stop him from pounding us into paste, though.

"Kill them both," Amnubar said. "But spare Benny."

Gong raised both of his massive fists.

"Amber, move!" Dex yelled.

He shouldn't have bothered, because I had already throwing myself out of the way. Gong's hands came down and struck the concrete floor so hard that cracks spiderwebbed their way outwards from around it. I hit the ground, rolled, and came back up to see Dex doing the same thing in the other direction. Benny squealed in pain when Dex landed in top of him, and when Dex sprang upright, one of his feet was on Benny's throat, keeping him trapped on the floor. Behind us, the crowd of onlookers screamed and ran for cover. So much for keeping a low profile.

I clenched my teeth, glaring at Amnubar. This was just so freaking typical. Dex and I had come up with a plan that had actually looked like it was going to work, and then what happened? This freaking idiot! I was becoming increasingly convinced that the world was deliberately screwing with me just to see how far I could bend before I broke.

Well, I wasn't the one who was going to break today. He was! Into a hundred itty bitty pieces! And I was going to be the one to do it!

Growling, I charged toward him, ready to tear out his throat just like I'd done to D.K. all those years ago. The cement walls of the mail room flashed past me in a blur of gray, but Amnubar just looked at me as if I were only as threatening as a fly. That made me even angrier. Amnubar made a vague gesture with his hand. I was going to kill him so hard that—

I was halted midstep with a flaring pain in my skull when Gong's oversized hand closed around my long hair. He yanked me backwards, nearly tearing my head from my shoulders, and I cried out as I was lifted into the air and flung across the room. The basement became a spiral of colors as I flew, only to collide headlong with the wall fifty feet away. I fell to the ground, vision black and head spinning.

NOT OVER! my wolf yelled at me. GET UP! FIGHT MORE! KILL!

For once, I agreed with it. Ignoring the ringing in my ears and the blood that spilled down the side of my face, I stumbled to my feet. I probably had a concussion, but it didn't matter. I still had enough moonlight from a couple nights ago to heal either a ton of bumps and bruises, or a couple major injuries like broken bones. I could already feel this one sapping my power. I'd be fine, but I'd have to be careful. A couple more hits like that, and I'd moon starve myself.

Gong had turned his attention to Dex, who was doing a lot better than I had. Gong was powerful, but slow, and Dex was employing the same dodging tactics against him that he'd used against my Silverblood. Benny was lying on the floor, unconscious I guessed. Gong's arms swept out in wide, ponderous arcs. A single one of those slaps would probably break Dex in half, but for the moment he was nimbly ducking in and out of the massive corpse thing's reach.