Omega Bound Chapter 270

Cyrus

They thought their wolves made them faster. Stronger. Scarier.

Idiots.

And until I get her back, I’d cut down every last wolf dumb enough to stand in my way.

A massive gray wolf barreled into me, teeth snapping for my throat. I let him hit, rolled with the weight, and jammed a charge into his belly as I kicked him off. He landed in a tangle of fur and fury, right before he went up in a spray of fire and guts that painted the trees.

Chunks of meat rained down. A head landed at my feet, one eyeball dangling loose, hanging by its nerve like some grotesque toy. I crouched, snatched it, and laughed. “Raven would’ve snorted at this and probably told me to make it into a necklace.” I tossed it over my shoulder, sizing up my next mark, trying to stop the pain of missing my mate from consuming me.

I need the rage.

Another came at me from the left, teeth bared as he swung his rifle in my direction. I drove my knife up under his ribcage and felt it tear through muscle and lung. His hot breath stank against my ear as he whimpered. “Too slow,” I hissed, twisting the blade before kicking him off.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Thane cutting through the wolves with deadly precision, his movements sharp and unrelenting. Wolves fell before him like weeds. Even in human form, he was a storm, and still, there were too many. His voice ripped over the chaos, “Cyrus! We’re outnumbered....we need to kill them faster!”

“I'm fucking trying.” The bond inside me twisted like barbed wire around my heart. She wasn’t here. Every wolf I gutted, every throat I slit wasn’t enough. Raven should be beside me, tearing through them with that wicked grin. The thought of her caged, drugged, and touched by these bastards drives me into a frenzy.

Mine.

More came. They always came. Fur and claws, snarls and blood, guns and knives. I was a storm of steel and fire, slashing, stabbing, planting charges, blowing shifters apart. They thought they were dangerous.

They’d never met me

I’m a fury of fists as I pulverize the enemy before me, throwing him over my knee and snapping his spine in half.

I'm covered in blood, the muddy ground a sea of blood in this storm.

I’m hungry for more.....but then the bass hit. “What the...........” The battlefield is silent for a second of ceasefire as we watch on in confusion.

The air split with the roar of an engine. I looked up just in time to see a little blue car soar over the chaos, wheels spinning in the sky for a heartbeat before it slammed into the ground, bouncing once, twice, then running straight through the nearest pack of wolves. Fur and limbs flew like ragdolls, screams cut short under the tires. Through the open windows, Rhonda and her crew leaned out, weapons blazing, spraying bullets in every direction. Pop music blared from the speakers, obnoxious and upbeat against the carnage. I couldn’t help laughing, manic and wild. “Time to thin the litter, ladies!” Rhonda screamed, hair wild, spraying bullets from the car. “Who wants kibble?!”

“You’re insane!” I shouted over the chaos.

She winked, reloading with one hand. “Takes one to know one. Where’s my girl?” Rhonda growls between shooting bullets and licking her lips. It’s like she can’t decide to fight or hump.

“My girl.” I stab someone in the neck and turn my head quickly to get out of the way of the arterial spray.

“Our girl.” The car full of elder she-wolves yells in unison.

“She’s one of us,” Rhonda clarifies, like I don’t know she wants to get freaky with anything that looks at her.

“I saw a weiner!” One of the she-wolves from the backseat yells.

“Damn it, Jill, we’ve talked about this.” Rhonda turns aggressively toward the backseat, “When it’s just us, we talk normally. We don’t say weiners in this car, now blow that dick off!” Jill nods, firing a few rounds from a revolver.

The longer I stand here trying to sort out this clusterfuck, the closer we are to dying. I shove some grenades into Rhonda’s lap. “Raven is inside somewhere with Ayla. Find her and stay alive.”

“Let's roll bitches.” The tires spray mud as her back end slides, attempting to get traction. Bullets continue to spray from the car as some of our own have to duck and cover, Thane included. “Was that fucking Rhonda!?” I hear him roar across the fight.

The thought does cause me some confusion. We spent months looking for this place, and she and her slut puppies found it overnight.

I’m quickly surrounded by wolves. I take it as a good sign that the enemy has shifted before us. They know we are better fighters, and they are now relying solely on their wolves.

Wolves that can’t shoot or stab.

I grabbed a gray wolf by the scruff, yanked it off its feet, and slammed it headfirst into a tree. Cracks and pops echoed as its skull split under the impact. The remaining wolves hesitated, teeth bared, and I took the chance, diving into them, elbows driving into ribs, knife slicing throats, fists smashing skulls. Blood sprayed my arms, face, and chest. One sinks its teeth into my arm, but my laughter rang out, wild, psychotic. “Come on! You can do better than that! Give me more!”

Another tried to flank me. I grabbed its paw, twisted until I heard cartilage tear, then shoved it under another wolf. He howled, I laughed, and moved to the next, never slowing, never catching my breath. Each kill made the next faster, sharper, more violent. My bloodlust was a living thing, coiling around my chest, urging me onward.

I grabbed another wolf by its snout, pressed my knife against its jaw, and whispered, “You don’t get her. None of you do.” The scream that followed mixed with the explosions and gunfire gave me a rush of pure, feral joy. Every strike, every tear, every snap feeds me.

Our comms squeal to life in our ears, “Thermal plus EM overlay is showing a spike, like some kind of interference. Definitely not standard HVAC or wiring, something pulsing. I cross-referenced with the old blueprints I dug up—yeah, the abandoned northern wing, last cataloged as patient care for unstable pregnant shifters, back when they were running… experiments. All the rooms are still tagged the same. Whoever’s in there is running some kind of fetal imaging protocol or equivalent. The signal matches perfectly. I can track it, but it’s like… hiding in plain sight. Whoever’s operating it is oblivious, which is hilarious. I’ll keep eyes on it, but that’s your hot spot. Northern wing.” Tyler rattles off quickly.

Through the chaos, I caught the flash in Thane’s eyes. Just a heartbeat of panic, raw and sharp, when Tyler’s voice crackled in our ear. Then it was gone, replaced instantly by the familiar storm. His face was tight with fury, teeth bared, eyes blazing. The moment of fear didn’t slow him, it fueled him.

Every wolf in his path fell harder, faster, blood and gore spraying as if he were trying to carve a path straight to her. I couldn’t help but grin, my own mania spiking.

The more desperate he got, the more dangerous he became.