Chapter 43

Victor can't be sure where is gunfire sound is coming from.

The Alpha leads his team in, busting down the basement door with a battering ram.

He's drowning in his senses. Two Betas whose strange faces he barely registers flop on the ground, choking on their own blood.

Someone on his team had covered him.

They rush through the staircase, bullets whizzing through the air. The smell of iron coats the inside of Victor's nostrils.

Then their body count ups to six, three of them somehow being Victor's.

The Alpha's thankful for the toy Lisa got him, exact, quick reload, top of the line, and gold-trimmed.

"Waylon's been hit. There's someone out here-" Lisa shouts through the radio before cutting out.

The f*ck? Waylon's hurt?

"Left side is clear," Nathan says right after that. "We're in, headed up to the top floor for Calvin."

"Lisa, talk to me. Talk to me, Lamberth," Victor hisses into his receiver. At the same time, he d