Hit Me...

Kidnapped.

Shayde

"RUN!"
I yell into the cold night's air. He can hear me but will he listen. If he is anything like me -which he almost certainly is- then he is a stubborn son of a bitch. Its interesting how literal that sentence is when used werewolf context.

Two black sedans pull to an abrupt stop in front of me. Five lycans climb out the first and three out the second, all heavily armed and no doubt highly trained. But just how high are these guys trained? I get into a stance but before I can make a first move, one of the men call out. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
I chuckle. "Oh yeah? Why the hell not?"
"Because you wish for your mate to remain alive and intact." To this I don't reply with words, but simply growl. A ferocious, terrifying growl that makes the foundations of the surrounding warehouse quake.

No one threatens my mate, but as much as the wolf inside of me would like to jump and tear him limb from limb, he has a point. If my mate is near, I don't want him caught up in my mess.

From the accent of the brave bastard who proposed the threat, these guys are working for an old friend, who isn't all that friendly. Great. Time to get kidnapped.

I raise my palms in the air and regain a nonviolent posture. The second brave bastard of the night ties my wrists behind my back with wrist ties. Oh that's brilliant. They are stupid, brave bastards. They just made a huge mistake that I am trying to stifle my laughter at. Let's see if they notice. 

They don't.

I am certainly not pointing it out.

Three men escort me to one of the sedans. After pushing me in the surprisingly large vehicle, one of the men follow. The guy points a handgun at my head with an unwavering hand; one hand. Second mistake. The other two men sit in the front seat and begin to drive. Unlocked doors. Drives behind the other car. They are making this too easy. Seriously, it's like they aren't even trying.

The engine has started, the two 'guards' sat in the front are in conversation.

"What now?" Asked idiot one.

"Orders are to drop her off at base and join the raid. " Replied idiot two. Fifth mistake! They are seriously revealing plans in front of a-  Wait, did he say raid? Who are they raiding now? I slump in the seat and listen into the conversation even though my body language says otherwise.

"They live in the forest outside the city. Far into the forest." If the pack lives in the forest then it's local.  Oh shit. Those motherfuckers. I feel the rage boil within and I do everything to keep the careless façade. Time to get out of here.

In a matter of seconds the three guards were dead.

I broke the plastic zip ties.

Move the unsupported aim from my head before the idiot sat next to me pulls the trigger.

I acquire his gun. Turn the aim to him. First dead. 

The guy in the passenger seat barely has time to turn his head. Second dead.

The driver next. I twist  the wheel sharply but push myself out of the car before it crashes into a tree. I land on the empty, dark forest road without pain. My target is the fuel tank. I don't miss.

The car goes up in flames, acting as a diversion for the car ahead. If they were behind us they might have seen me exit the vehicle before the 'accident'. Because they didn't, they won't come looking for me, at least not yet. The burning fuel will cover my scent. The crackling of the fire will quieten my footsteps.

I have a head start. I run.

I let my wolf take over my mind but not my body. I can't risk going that far.

Where are you?

I try to mind link my mate. If I am right- which is highly likely- he and his pack are in trouble. I have to get there fast. My speed is faster than I have ever ran before. If they so much as touch him... they are dead.

My wolf can find his within an ten mile radius. Surely the forest isn't that big.

I am so wrong. There is no trace to pick up; not even a hint.

Just as I start to think I'm wrong, a blurry image is played before me.

Fourty men surround us. 'Us' being a group of fifty plus men. All lycan and in good-ish shape. A few scrapes here and there but in fighting condition. I wander why they don't fight back, but is all is revealed when I notice there are no women or children. Even the fear of losing a mate or child is enough to prevent an uprising. They are the greatest weakness in this kind of situation.

All of the men that surround us are dressed in black and some form of leather. They are all armed. Heavily.

This should be interesting.

The image is growing weaker so I pay more attention to the surroundings, looking for anything distinctive. The type of tree that only grows in certain conditions, the sun's position in the sky. All simple things that can give the exact co-ordinates.

I gather as much information as I can before the image disappears.

I'm coming.

***

The information gets me close to the spot. Close enough that I can see enemy snipers in the trees and patrols on the ground. Time to get busy. I find the sniper that is closest to me and attack from above.

I climb higher than him so I am positioned in the canopy of the extremely tall trees. Then I jump. I land on him and plunge a knife into his back. I take his gun and aim it a each of the other visible snipers. The gun is silenced so no-one on the ground is aware of what happens above them. Just how I like it. I start to pick off individuals that are poorly placed.

Then I spot the house. Perfect. It is freaking huge. If I clear out the house then the guys outside don't have reinforsmants. Likelihood is, that the less threatening pack members are inside.

I make my way through the forest towards the house and after circling the perimetre, I find the only way I can get in is to get on to the roof and in the window that resides there. The only way to get on the roof is to jump from the canopy of the taller trees that surround it. This is going to be fun.

I climb the trees with ease getting higher and higher, closer and closer. Then I am there. The best advantage spot I am going to get of the roof. No one is stationed there, (unsurprisingly) because they should be. 

I stand on the branch and take a deep, steady breath. I remind myself of why I am doing this. Who I am doing this for. Then I jump.