Elene waited for one of the men in white to come closer. She launched from the opening at the top of the cave, knocking him off his feet. The guard noticed her at once, but she had already thrown the deadly rock at his face with such force that it crushed his skull, and the man dropped dead to the floor.
The first scientist never saw her coming. Elene’s claws found his throat with lethal precision—whispering a silent prayer to Fenrir for forgiveness as life ebbed from his body. The second scientist barely had time to register the shock before a heavy blow from Elene’s fist sent him into oblivion.
Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she rushed to Dalisay’s side. Her elongated claws sliced through the straps that bound the woman to the surgical table.
Dalisay seemed to be asleep, and
