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Blood Mate (Project Rebellion #2) Page 19
Author: Mina Carter

He grinned, but it faded as she disappeared back into the shadows. Frowning for a second, he tried to track her but it was like looking for a black cat in a coal cellar. Even the vaguest hint of her slender figure eluded him. How the hell did she do that? Normally he could see Bloods, even when they pulled the freaking still-as-a-statue shit. Disappearing was a new one on him, unless she’d gone down the Dracula route and turned into a flock of bats. He shook his head. No. That would be too fantastical even for his weird-as-shit life.

“Come on handsome, you’re up next.”

A taser sparked behind him and he turned, lip curled. The blue-white glow lit up the guard’s face like a kid with a flashlight under his chin. Behind him stood two more, their fingers on the triggers of their own tasers. He wouldn’t be able to take all three of them down in time. Not in the f**ked up reality of the Project. He could shrug off a hail of bullets, unless they were silver, but a mere electrical device took him down like a kick to the balls.

“No need for that, guys. I’m not going to f**k with you.”

He walked to the front of the cage and pushed his hands between two of the bars as indicated. The guard in front gave him a look and slapped heavy-duty cuffs over Darce’s wrists. The bite of silver had his breath escaping in a hiss.

“Yeah, right. That’s what they all say. Out you come.”

The cage clanged open and Darce stepped out, straightening to look down at the three guards. Compared to the rest of the pack, his height and build weren’t anything to write home about. Among “normal” people…yeah. Little piggies needed to lose the tasers and then they’d see what the big bad wolf could do.

“Move it along, dog.” The guard behind him grunted and sparked the taser in his hand.

Darce shot him a glare but moved anyway, his indolent motion arrogant but still swift enough to avoid the guy using the thing on him. Pain didn’t bother him—his wolf would eat it all up and spit fire back—but the damn things f**ked with his nervous system. Hard to rip the head off your enemy when your muscles had you doing the funky chicken on the floor.

They marched him around the back of the raised seating area and toward the cage. No spare seats around the cage now, the faces of the audience lit up by the splash-back of the lights around the ring. He gritted his teeth, feeling the muscle in the corner of his jaw jump as he studied their expressions. Twisted, full of hatred and eager for blood, they catcalled and bayed at the action in the cage.

And the humans called him an animal.

A scream drew his attention and he looked toward the ring. Cameras sped around it, looking for the best shot. Darce frowned, narrowing his eyes. This time there weren’t just two opponents in the ring. At least three people were on the floor, scrambling at something…heads close in, like dogs eating at a bowl.

He dug his heels in, brain and nostrils trying to make sense of it all. Blood was thick in the air, coating the inside of his lungs when he breathed. Three men were on the floor of the cage, eating…no, tearing at the abdomen of another while he thrashed and screamed in agony. The victim struck out, throwing one of his attackers off him with the sort of strength only a Lycan was capable of. The other guy spiraled backward onto the sand, then snapped his head upward and looked at Darce.

A Reanimate.

One with intelligence and awareness clear in his eyes as he snarled and launched himself back into the fray.

“Fuck!”

Darce blinked, dumbstruck, not reacting when the guards shoved him roughly forward. He stumbled, hands tethered in front of him, and went down. Even the pain of his knees hitting the concrete didn’t register as the scene in front of him unfolded. The screams died down to whimpers of misery and a rattling breath that faded to nothing.

Darce dropped his head back and closed his eyes, sadness weeping through every cell of his body. Don’t let them eat me alive. Now he understood what his first opponent had meant and how sick and twisted the Project was. They fought and died, or fought and lost to become chow for another of the Project’s pets.

“Awww look at ’im. Do the zombies scare you shitless, little doggie?”

Darce opened his eyes at the mocking comment, looking up into the darkness above his head. Movement caught his eye and the shadows resolved into a vague figure. Female. Toni. Had she seen this? Did she know what they’d done to the RAs? He’d never seen one with any form of intelligence…

Shit. The memory of her talking to an RA outside the hospital surfaced. He hadn’t known, but she had, hadn’t she? That’s why she’d shot the RA, and burnt the body. She knew something was going on.

Get out. Get to Jack. Tell someone, he urged mentally. But telepathy wasn’t part of the skill-set the Project had gifted him with. He dropped his head back down and leveled a hard glare at the guard. The human paled, backing up half a step.

“I’m going to rip your spine out,” Darce growled, his voice deep with promise as they dragged him to his feet.

They dragged him around to the cage door while the ring was cleared. The wire link hummed, charged as a tunnel was shunted and locked into place around the single opening to the ring. Snarls erupted from the RAs’ throats while the guards yelled and postured from outside, then they dragged their prize down the wire tunnel with them.

Darce shivered. RAs working together? It was unnatural. RAs thinking at all was bad enough, but these were near human. And with what looked like a taste for live flesh. The shiver became a full on body shudder. Darce wasn’t religious, but he hoped like f**k that there was a hell for the people who had developed the viruses. They deserved it, many times over.

The tunnel was locked off the moment the RAs disappeared, then it was unhooked and whisked away.

“In you go, mutt.”

A taser grazed the small of his back, and the muscle-clenching pain made him yelp and tumble forward into the ring. The gate slamming shut behind him, he rolled and came back to his feet.

He was on his own, but that wasn’t going to last long. Loud music flooded the room to drown out the crowd. A heavy repetitive beat he recognized as the intro to a rock song.

Oh fuck.

He’d seen enough wrestling and MMA to recognize the entrance of a favored fighter. The music would build to a crescendo, the spots would snap on the champion when he entered the room to the jubilant roars of the crowd before facing whatever hapless sap destined to fall before him.

Darce’s lip curled back. He didn’t do hapless or sap well. Adrenaline flooded his system. He moved away from the cage walls, rolling his neck and shoulders to limber up. Although he might act it with the pack, Darce wasn’t dumb. Whatever was coming for him had to be worse than the intelligent RAs the guards had just herded out. They’d been the freak show but this—with the build-up and the air of anticipation in the room—would be the finale.

Opening the door deep within himself, he touched his wolf, silent communication passing between the two halves of his nature. He needed the creature working with him, not against—needed every advantage he could get. The creature snarled but yielded control, not fighting him when he widened the door and merged man and beast.

Power racing through his body like a lover’s caress, he held the change under his skin. All the small cuts and bruises disappeared as the impending shift healed them. He felt strong, fast…invincible. He wanted to throw back his head and howl with the glory of being alive, of being Lycan, but he held it back. He had one shot at this and the element of surprise was all he had going for him.

He hoped it was enough. If not, he’d be RA chow.

The music crashed to an end and the spots snapped on. The crowd drew its breath in a collective gasp and the cameras sped forward to capture images of the man outlined in the doorway.

Like Darce, he was manacled, but that was where the similarities ended. He strode forward of his own free will, confidence in every step. The guards skittered out of his way. Darce didn’t blame them. Violence and danger clung to the newcomer like a second skin. He had no doubt if one was too slow in getting out of the way, that guard would end up in a world of hurt or dead.

Darce danced lightly on the sands, waiting for the door to open and the champion to duck in. The guy was taller and heavier, moving with the sort of lethal grace all Lycans had. But his scent was odd, not quite Lycan. What the fuck…

Determination surged through Darce’s veins. This was going to be a tough fight. It would hurt. A lot. Possibly kill him.

Bring it on.

His opponent straightened, dark eyes zeroing in on him from across the sand. Then he grinned, flashing Blood fangs.

“Hello, Loverboy.”

Oh shit, this was going to hurt…

“Weeeeeelcome to the Jungle!”

Oh my f**king God. Hidden high in the rafters of the underground bunker, Toni widened her eyes in shock and recognition when the new opponent dropped his head back and roared for the crowd.

Oh. My. God. How stupid could she have been? All the clues clicked into place with a resounding thud. The deep voice had a new edge to it but she recognized it and the tall, dark-haired man facing down Darce in the center of the ring.

Major Dean Steele.

True patriot and shit hot soldier.

He’d been on base before she’d arrived herself and before the place went to hell in a hand basket. She’d heard the stories about him. How he’d volunteered for the program…back in the days when they were interested in developing medications to help soldiers. Regenerative boosters to heal minor wounds and get troops back on their feet. Heavier duty medications for IED victims to heal deep flesh wounds, or reconnect severed nerves. High tech super glue and shots to put blown up soldiers back together.

A noble aim.

A darker reality.

When they’d realized they’d made a weapon, all trace of altruism had disappeared and the Project had gone Dark Side. Seriously Dark Side. Not even the Force would be of any help with this one and if some tiny green dude turned up talking weird, she was so headed the other way.

She crawled forward, the space between the struts barely enough for her to squeeze into, only a couple inches of space separating her back and the steel above. Enclosed in the darkness, she watched the scene unfold below.

Even though Steele had volunteered for the program and been infected, it didn’t work for some reason. Every other subject in the test group had been infected with the Blood virus, but despite three injections, Steele’s just hadn’t taken.

He’d been monitored for a delayed reaction and his blood analyzed. Some antibody or something had been found, leading to the development of the vaccines now used for the base personnel to prevent infection. She’d cursed it at one time. If she’d arrived a few months later, she’d have been taking the vaccine and wouldn’t have been infected. She’d also have been dead, but in the first days of her infection—in fact, right up to meeting Foster—she hadn’t thought that would be a bad thing.

Now? She was glad she hadn’t been taking them. She wouldn’t have been turned into a Blood, no, but she also wouldn’t have met Darce.

The thought froze her. She’d always hated her new nature, railed against it, looked for a way out of what she considered to be a miserable existence. But, despite all that, despite the fact that Darce was a Lycan, the link between them was undeniable. Precious. She barely knew him, but somehow when she looked into his eyes, everything was all right. In those eyes she saw hope, and a future.

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