Chapter 33
Grace
Creeping to the top of the stairs, I listened for the pack. There were three, I knew, from the first glance outside. Seems fair, I thought, hugging the wall as I climbed. Reaching the top step, I could hear the wolves pad up the stairs to the bedrooms, so I took the opportunity to run to the weapons' safe in the dining room. I grabbed the door and opened it silently and grabbed the silver angel blade and my mother-of-pearl handled .45. Holding one in each hand, I stood to my full height and closed my eyes, listening. They were circling through the bedrooms, expecting to find the kids sleeping in their cribs or for me to be in our bedroom. I tiptoed through the house, barefoot, and checked the clip in my gun, hoping that Dean had the foresight to load my gun with silver as well.
Of course he did.
I took the safety off The Judge and crept up the steps, pausing slightly midway up the climb. I listened to the werewolves trot back and forth from bedroom to bedroom. I raised my gun and fired once as the smallest wolf came out of Glory's bedroom. With a yelp, he hit the floor, and the other two werewolves came leaping into the hall, shifting back into human form at will. "Dylan!" a woman's voice was screaming, "Dylan, talk to me!"
Another voice came then, deeper and more mature. "He's gone, Cece," he said, growling under his breath. "That bitch."
I prepared myself and watched as he shifted without a second thought and trotted into the middle of the bridge that connected our bedrooms at the top of the stairs. He turned suddenly, seeing me on the steps and I lifted my .45, aiming at his head. He launched himself into the air, tackling me and we rolled down the steps, my hands keeping his face away from mine, still gnashing his teeth and snarling. The female was right behind, following us down the steps and growling and crying in an inhumane way. I pulled my angel blade and swiped his face, pushing him off of me as I stood and turned towards my gun that had sailed across the hardwood.
They were both on me at once and backed me into the corner of the room. The female launched herself at my throat and I held up my hand, palm out, thinking I would be able to stop her from tackling me. Instead, a force wave threw itself out into open space, knocking both of the wolves out of the air, mid leap. I smiled to myself and shook my head, still constantly surprised by my own abilities.
Diving for my gun, I turned and fired twice more at the female as she tried to get up and run back up the steps. She yelped and continued to run, limping and bleeding across my hardwood floor. The larger male snarled at me and lunged and I emptied my clip into his chest.
I grabbed my blade and took off upstairs after the female. One on one, I could handle.