Chapter 32
Serra
"Move, Claudia, move!" I was yelling as she rolled the bassinet away from the window, but getting startlingly close to the monster that waited there. He had managed to get his whole arm through the window, but I still hesitated taking a shot, not wanting to risk breaking the window and allowing them to jump through, unguarded. Standing in front of Alana and Lindsey, I knew they wouldn't make it long in the nursery like sitting ducks, but I didn't want to abandon the women with the babies. There was another exit at the end of the NICU, but I wanted to make sure the werewolves followed me, not Alana or Lindsey. Half of my brain wanted to use Claudia as bait, but Grace was there, in my head, scolding me for such a thought.
I turned to my friends, "You guys stay here. Keep this door shut, no matter what. I'm gonna try and lead them away from the nursery. I know it's me they're trying to take out. Hunker down and don't follow me."
Alana shook her head. "Don't be stupid, Serra," she said, tears coming to her eyes. "You can't take on both of them!"
"I've got two guns," I said, smiling. "One for each of them."
Moving up closer to the glass, I waved and smiled with my pistol. "Tell you what," I shouted, moving towards the NICU, I'll meet you at the open door at the end of the hall." He breathed through his snout, sending hot air against the glass, fogging the window. "Come on," I teased, making a mockery of walking towards the exit. The bigger wolf pulled his arm free of the glass and moving with me to the end of the nursery. I took off towards the exit, full run, and tried to get there before the wolves did.
Sliding to a stop, I pushed the steel reinforced door open and carefully peeked around the corner and I could hear them, I just couldn't see them. Without warning, the door whipped open, sending me flying into the hall, and I rolled to my feet, slamming the security door shut with my foot, keeping them out of the NICU.
I didn't waste any time. I fired three shots into the smaller werewolf and he screamed in pain as blood landed on the tile below him. He took off down the hall, blood dripping as he ran. I fired another shot as he ran, dropping him in the hall. Turning to face the bigger one, I fired my last three bullets from my first gun into the chest. It only seemed to piss him off and he rushed me, claws flying, and I dove out of the way.
My empty gun went sliding down the hall tile on impact and I turned, trying to pull my second gun out from the waistband of my scrubs. He swiped at my arm, and I dropped my second gun. Rolling out of the way of his claws again, I did everything I could to keep him from biting or scratching me.