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“Stands for long-range acoustic device We are vulnerable to sonic weapons”

“So we’ll be safe underground?”

“Not frorabbed Rachel’s arm “We’ll need to take the tunnel instead of the elevator”

“What about ear plugs?” asked Rachel as she kept pace with Cricket

Cricket opened herher ears Not alone, every single lycan fell to the ground, in obvious pain, then dead to the world

Rachel flinched at the sound of a high-pitched whistle Painful, but not bad enough to knock out a hu in The whistle hurt, but she knelt and took Cricket’s pulse Alive, but unconscious “Cricket, wake up” Nothing

Her nerves screah the secret underground entrance, there ht knoould she navigate without a flashlight?

She patted her pocket Her phone would light the path Once safe, she’d call Lev

Rachel sprung outside She turned as an Osprey helicopter, like ones she saw in Africa, landed on the pasture between the ranch house and the barn where her escape route lay Shit Had the US military found out about the secret olf society? Her adrenaline spiked Or was it the rogue pack?

The beardedto wait for the blades to stop He barked orders “We have twenty round if need be and find Rachel”

They must know the layout of the co huer bothered her? Did he h frequency sound would stop? Or was it how long they would remain unconscious?

That could give her ti, not as bad as before but bad enough to slow her A spasm of pain stabbed her lower back She flinched and stiffened

A rabbed her from behind “Got her”

“Not” She stomped her heel on his foot

He grunted, but held her with a gun to her throat “Don’t move, bitch”