Raven: Gems of Wolfe Island Two

I push him off me and stand again.

“This one knows her stuff,” one man says.

Some are masked and some aren’t. I don’t know how many there are. I can’t stop to count. I kick one, punch another. Another takes me down, this time making sure my hands are taken care of so I can’t take his eyes.

However, he leaves his privates unguarded, and I give him the knee.

I begin to stand again but before I reach my feet, two more are upon me. I kick, I scratch, I scream and yell, bite the lobe off one of their ears. I’m pounded then. Punched. Cut.

Still I stay strong.

I don’t stop fighting. I don’t stop… Until blackness envelops me.

I wake up later back in the dorm. Diamond is sitting with me.

“Diamond?” The word comes out as a squeak.

“You’re awake. Don’t try to talk. Your jaw is slightly cracked. You don’t need to have it wired shut, but you do need to take it easy. Let it heal for the next couple weeks.

My jaw is the least of my issues. I hurt everywhere. I especially hurt between my legs. They must have…

They must’ve had their way with me after I lost consciousness.

“We have a few necrophiliacs in the bunch,” Diamond says, as if reading my mind.

I say nothing.

“They used you pretty badly. Do you remember any of it?”

Do I?

I remember fighting. I remember kicking a couple of them in the balls. Pushing one’s eyes out.

“Eyes,” I squeak out.

“Yes. You did a number on that one. He won’t be back here for a while.”

“Good,” I say.

“You did well out there. As good as Garnet or any of the others could’ve done. You didn’t stop fighting, Moonstone. You found your strength.”

Yes. I found my strength. And I will survive here. But I won’t survive as Katelyn.

To survive here, I must be Moonstone. No one but Moonstone.

Moonstone takes no prisoners.

Moonstone. I truly thought I had left her on that island. After that hunt, I threw myself into being Moonstone. I left Katelyn behind, to the point that I didn’t even remember my name until Zee came to the island and called me Katelyn.

But Katelyn can’t survive this. Even with Buck’s help.

No.

I need Moonstone.

Moonstone must come back.

And Moonstone takes no prisoners.

49

LUKE

I have only one job now. To make sure Katelyn and Buck get the hell out of here safely.

I know this place is guarded, but Buck is smart. He was a Navy SEAL, and he’s a crack shot. A sniper. He doesn’t have a gun on him, but he knows how to move stealthily.

I must depend on him. I have no other choice. The man hates me, and for good reason. But he’s a search-and-rescue guy, and if anyone can keep Katelyn safe, Buck can.

My job is to keep them out of harm’s way. If that means sacrificing my own life? I will do it without regret.

I follow them. As Buck and Katelyn move quietly, hiding in whatever shadows they can find, I move not so quietly.

If King’s going to find anyone, he’s going to find me.

I make noise going up the stairs. And I find no guard situated at the top. Good. That means Buck and Katelyn got out.

But also not good.

Something’s up.

I walk through the house, and I walk out the door.

No guards that I can see. They could be hidden. But if they were, they would stop me.

Something doesn’t make sense here.

And I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit—

I crumple to the ground, electric currents slashing through me. Damn! I try to scream out but I can’t, my vocal cords don’t work. My body shakes, and I have to piss. Really fucking have to piss.

Someone grabs me.

Harsh hands pull me to my feet while I continue to shake.

A few minutes later I gain control of my nerves once again, and I’m being dragged back into the house into a different room. This one has windows.

I try to assess the situation, but my body is still weak from the tase. Now what? How many men are there? My vision is blurred, but one is holding me up, forcing me forward.

Where are the others? I can’t tell. They’re everywhere, most likely, but I must take this chance. I need to give Buck and Katelyn more time.

I reach into my front pocket, grab the toilet tank tablet encased in toilet paper, and scrunch it hoping like hell I get enough chemical on my fingers to do some damage.

I’m looking at getting tased again, possibly even shot. This doesn’t matter. I have to do what I can. I have to give Buck and Katelyn more time to get the hell away from here.

My vision is still blurry, but I press my weight into the body holding me, knocking him off balance.

“For God’s sake, you son of a bitch,” a voice says. “What are you going to do next? Piss your pants?”