Tip of the Tongue [BoyxBoy - Complete - CMS Bk. 1]

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

They couldn't have been the same ones he and Ashton had fought.

The blood—the smell of it so vile thinking about it now made him sick—had been everywhere. It had been a battle field. The thick fur under one of his hands and the handle of his blade in his other. The sickening sound of skin being torn echoed in his ears. The warmth from the blood as it sprayed all over him.

The Hounds ran toward the Hunters. They looked small in the distance, but Ren knew just how big they were. The Hunters were dwarfed in comparison. The thick black hairs of the Hounds stood up. They snarled as they flew through the air.

As if in slow motion, they soared toward the Hunters. There were three of them, lined up in a pack position with one leading and two following.

Just as the Hounds passed the last line of trees blocking a clear shot, the Hunters fired.

The sound of the shots blared in Ren's eardrums. He threw his hands over his ears, too shocked to think about if he'd drawn attention to him and Ashton. The sound pierced him and went through his body. His ears ached as he watched the mayhem erupt down below.

The Hunters kept shooting. The Hounds snarled as blood splattered the forest floor. They halted there, thrashing as if they were trying to fling the bullets off their large bodies.

"Fucking—" Malcolm clicked his gun, but there were no bullets left. He fell behind Kenny and Remy. "Cover me!"

He got no answer as the two continued to rain fire on the Hounds.

Ren's jaw dropped as the Hounds hadn't dropped yet though they had been shot close to a hundred times.

Kenny hollered, jumping when he ran out of bullets. "This is what I'm talking about!"

Malcolm sent him a glare as he cocked his gun and went back to shooting at the Hounds. Kenny kept on grinning as he reloaded his gun.

Remy was the only one who looked unfazed by the impressive show the Hounds were giving. She had more than one gun and was flicking between the two like she was flinging Pez candy. She reloaded them two more times and emptied the magazines before she fell back behind the other two men.

She was sweating. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

"This isn't working!" She yelled at the men's backs. "It's not enough!"

The men ignored her. They kept shooting.

The Hounds were creeping closer. They were a bloody mess, but as the Hunters started to lose their rapid speed of fire, the Hounds started to get used to the constant pain.

The one in the front opened its large jaw and growled so loud the ground shook. The trees shivered and Ren could feel the rumble all the way to where he crouched.

Saliva dripped down the large canine fangs. The Hounds hunched over in a crouching position ready to strike.

The men ran out of bullets at the same time.

Remy now looked horrified.

The Hounds shook their bodies, flinging blood and mud everywhere. Bullets dropped down from their healed skin, the bullet holes in the fur closing up to look as if nothing had happened.

Remy took a step back and that was when the Hounds launched.

They soared through the air, lunging at each of the Hunters respectively. Remy and Kenny dodged the attacks, but Malcolm wasn't as lucky. The Hound, snapped its large jaws around the arm was holding his gun. He yelled out as the Hound's fangs sunk into his skin.