"Elena?" Clay's voice was oddly quiet, with that same strangled note I'd heard in his snarl. "Don't move. Please, don't move."
I started to ask "why?" then realized speaking probably fell under the heading of "moving." Instead, I moved only my eyes, following Clay's gaze up to the pile of boards beside me. There, perched on top, were four rats, all staring at me. Their mouths were open, lower incisors revealed. The fur on their foreheads was flattened, their ears rotated forward. They let out short hisses and the occasional squeak. Definitely not a display of welcome.
Clay's gaze slid to the other side of me, where I remembered seeing a pile of bricks. I couldn't look that way without moving, but a crosswind brought more rat stink, and I knew I was surrounded by them.
I tried to relax. Reminded myself that as nasty as rats were, even a dozen of them were no match for two werewolves. But the crosswind brought another smell--that smell of disease we'd picked up on the rats in the warehouse.
Diseased rats. Out in the daytime, when rats normally seek shelter. Aggressively confronting, not just a human, but a werewolf.
The rats started to chatter, teeth snapping and grinding, needlelike incisors flashing, eyes blazing with rage, as if the disease had driven them mad and only the faintest shreds of sanity were keeping them from jumping down and ripping into me. As they hissed and squeaked, I could see those sanity shreds stretching thinner, ready to snap.
I didn't look at Clay, knowing if I did, the panic in my eyes might panic him. He was trying to think up a way to get me out of there, and didn't need any distractions.
"Inch toward me," Clay said, his voice just above a whisper. "When you're close enough, I'll grab your feet and pull you out of the way. Just move very, very slowly."
Before I could "inch" anywhere, I needed to get my hands on the ground. I hated uncovering my stomach, but there was nothing else I could do to move forward. I started with my left hand, easing it down toward the ground. The largest rat lunged for the edge of the wood pile.
I froze, heart thudding, knowing they'd sense my fear and fighting to control it. The big rat paced along the edge of the pile, as if struggling to resolve warring fight-or-flight impulses. Behind it, the others jostled for position. The sharp scrabbling of claws on wood underscored their chatters and hisses as two more rats joined them.
"Clay?" I whispered. "It's not going to--"
"I know."
"If I jump up fast and--"
"No."
"I have to. They won't wait much longer. If you cover me--"
"They'll attack before you get your hands down."
"Maybe if I can push off..." I knew even as I said it that I couldn't. My stomach was too big for me to jump from a sitting position without using my hands.
"I'll--" My throat dried up and I swallowed before starting again. "I'll just have to move fast. Put my hands down and--"
"Clay!" Nick's loud whisper cut through the construction yard. "There you--" He stopped at Clay's shoulder. "Holy shit."
A quick confused glance at Clay, as if to say "Why are you just standing there?" then Nick leapt forward. Clay's hand slammed into the middle of his chest, stopping him.
"Spook them and they'll attack."
"What's--" Zoe began as she came up behind Nick. She saw me. "Good lord. Don't move. They must be rabid--"
"It's something else," Clay said. "Some disease from the portal. Elena? I'm going to jump in there. When they go for me, get out."
I shifted my gaze to the pacing rats. The biggest one was perched on the edge, as if calculating the distance to my belly, snapping at the others as they jostled him.
"Elena?" Clay said. "I'll be okay. I can handle rats. Better me than you right now."
I hesitated, then nodded. Clay slowly lowered himself to a half-crouch, ready to jump. Then something hit his shoulder. Zoe, knocking him out of the way. Before anyone could react, she raced toward me.
"Run!" she said.
The king rat jumped, the others flying behind him in a stream of brown fur. One hit my side. Another my head, claws catching in my hair as it scrambled for a hold. I was already up, barreling forward. Hands clamped around my arm. Clay yanked me out and passed me to Nick, then dove past me.
I turned to see Zoe covered in rats, at least six of them, hanging off her arms and clothes as she swung wildly, trying to get them free. More attacked from the ground, lunging at her legs. Clay kicked the nearest one, bones crunching as his foot made contact. He grabbed one off Zoe and whipped it into the brick pile.
Nick steered me out of the way, then ran back to help. By then, the rats were already dispersing, hissing and squeaking as they ran for cover. Nick snatched the last one off Zoe's back. The rat twisted around to bite him, but Clay's fist knocked it out of Nick's grip, and it hit the ground, convulsing as it died.