Where The Ice Gives Way novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111 We Fight for Our Lives

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Chapter 111 We Fight for Our Lives

something that burned him. The rogue looks back up at me and comes again. I hit him head-on, my body colliding with his hard enough to drive us both sideways into a table. It flips with a crash, plates and cutlery scattering across the floor as he grabs at me again, fingers winking into my for. I twist, snapping at his arm, and he swears, half-human, half-wolf, shoving me off just enough to come at me from the side. He’s faster than he should be. Hungry. Mad

We slam into the counter. Coffee cups shatter. Something hot spills and slides across the floor under my paws as I scramble for footing. He gets hold of me again, and again he flinches, skin pulling tight over his face as though contact with me hurts. I drive into him hardet. Headlights flare across the diner windows, throwing everything into sharp white flashes. The rogue in front of me turns his head for one second, distracted, and I see it too. A car tears into the parking lot at speed, tyres screaming across the bitumen as it cuts straight through the line of rogues outside. One body rolls over the bonnet. Another disappears under the wheels. The driver’s door flies open, and my heart stops. Dad.

He gets out already shooting, the crack of the gun tearing through the night as he fires at the rogues turning toward him. One drops. Then another. The rest split, some peeling off Terry and the front windows to rush him instead. The rogue in the diner comes at me again before I can think. I meet him with all four paws planted, drive into his middle, and send him stumbling back toward the broken front, where Terry catches him from the side and tears into him with a snarl that rattles my spine.

I manage to look outside again, where my father backs toward the diner, firing round after round, but there are still too many between him and safety. I remember what it was to love him, what it became to fear him, and what it cost to leave. Shanti slams into me from the inside, forcing

me to move. I might hate him, and I don’t forgive him, but none of that changes the fact that I am not going to stand here and watch him die.

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