Read My Werewolf Boyfriend :: The Last Stand of Bloodlines

The flickering neon lights of the secret base cast eerie shadows on the cold metallic walls. Emma clutched her son tightly, his tiny hands gripping her shirt as the chaos erupted around them. The sound of gunfire and shouts filled the air, a cacophony of desperation and fury. Henry Thomas’s old unit had breached the Lee family’s sanctuary, and they were relentless.

“Emma, move!” James’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and commanding. He was already at her side, his eyes scanning the room for an exit. But before she could react, a sudden explosion from the lab door sent a wave of energy surging through the corridor. Emma felt the world tilt as the gene weapon’s toxin hit her system. Her knees buckled, and she barely managed to keep her grip on her son.

“James…” Her voice was barely a whisper, her body trembling with the sudden weakness. The silver blade of a nearby soldier grazed her arm, and the pain was instantaneous, like fire racing through her veins. She gasped, her vision blurring as she fought to stay conscious.

“Protect our child,” she managed to say, her voice strained but firm. “Don’t… don’t worry about me.”

James’s eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them. He looked at her, then at the enemy closing in. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, Emma saw the struggle in his gaze—the man torn between his duty and his love. But then, something snapped. His expression hardened, and the air around him seemed to crackle with raw energy.

“Stay behind me,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. He stepped forward, his body shielding Emma and their son. The soldiers hesitated, sensing the shift in the atmosphere. James’s fists clenched, and Emma could see the veins in his arms pulsating with restrained power.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” James said, his voice cold and final. The soldiers exchanged uneasy glances, but they had no time to react. James moved like a blur, his speed inhuman. The first soldier went down with a sickening crunch, and the others barely had time to raise their weapons before they were incapacitated.

Emma watched, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what was coming—what James was capable of when pushed to the edge. But even as she feared for him, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. He was doing what he had to do to protect their family.

The last soldier fell, and the corridor was eerily silent. James turned back to Emma, his breathing heavy but controlled. His eyes softened as he looked at her, the storm within him subsiding.

“We need to go,” he said, his voice gentle now. He reached out, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. “Can you walk?”

Emma nodded, though her legs still felt like jelly. She adjusted her grip on their son, who was now whimpering softly. “I’ll manage,” she said, her voice steady despite the pain.

James gave her a small, reassuring smile. “Good. Because we’re not out of this yet.”

As they moved through the base, Emma couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still off. The attack had been too sudden, too precise. And the gene weapon… it hadn’t just been a random explosion. Someone had planned this, someone who knew their weaknesses.

“James,” she said quietly as they approached the exit. “This isn’t over, is it?”

He glanced at her, his expression grim. “No,” he admitted. “But we’ll face it together.”

Emma nodded, her resolve hardening. Whatever was coming, they would face it as a family. But as they stepped into the night, the weight of the unknown pressed heavily on her shoulders. The fight for their survival was far from over.

The flickering fluorescent lights of the lab cast eerie shadows on the walls, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood. James’s body convulsed violently, his bones cracking and reshaping as black fur sprouted across his skin. His eyes glowed with a feral, predatory light, and within seconds, he stood in full wolf form—massive, monstrous, and unstoppable.

“Holy hell,” Emma whispered, clutching their son tightly. “James…?”

But there was no time for answers. The Thomas family’s elite unit, armed with silver bullets and cold determination, surged forward. James let out a guttural roar that shook the lab’s foundations, his claws slashing through the air like scythes. The first enemy lunged, only to be torn apart in an instant. Blood sprayed across the sterile white walls, painting a grotesque masterpiece.

“Shoot it! Shoot it now!” Ethan, the enemy leader, barked, his voice tinged with panic. His men fired, but James was a blur of motion. Silver bullets whizzed past, grazing his fur but failing to slow him down.

“You think silver can stop me?” James growled, his voice a deep, inhuman rumble. He lunged at another soldier, his jaws snapping shut around the man’s arm. The scream that followed was cut short as James flung the body aside like a ragdoll.

Ethan’s face paled. “Fall back! Fall back!” he shouted, but it was too late. James was already upon them, a whirlwind of claws and teeth. The lab descended into chaos, the cries of the dying mingling with the sound of breaking glass and splintering bone.

Emma, clutching their son, backed into a corner, her heart pounding. “James, please,” she whispered, though she knew he was beyond reason now. She could only watch as the man she loved became the monster she feared.

As the last of the enemy fell, James turned to her, his blood-soaked muzzle dripping with gore. For a moment, their eyes met—hers filled with terror, his with something unrecognizable. Then, with a final, haunting howl, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind only the echoes of his fury and the promise of more blood to come.

The flickering neon light of the lab’s emergency exit sign cast an eerie glow on Emma’s pale face as she slumped against the cold metal wall. Her breath came in shallow gasps, each one a struggle against the venom coursing through her veins. Her arms trembled as she clutched baby Lucas to her chest, his tiny body radiating a soft, silver light that seemed to pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat. She could feel the warmth seeping into her skin, a soothing balm against the poison that had nearly claimed her life.

“Emma, hold on!” James’s voice cut through the chaos, his boots clanging against the steel floor as he darted between the lab’s shattered equipment. He fired a shot at one of Thomas’s men, the bullet ricocheting off a now-deactivated energy shield. “Something’s happening—their tech’s failing!”

Emma’s vision blurred as she looked down at Lucas. His silver light was growing brighter, almost blinding, and she could feel the toxins in her body dissolving, as if his very presence was purging the danger from her system. “James… it’s Lucas,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but steadying. “He’s… healing me.”

James ducked behind an overturned table, his eyes narrowing as he watched the Thomas family’s elite squad falter. Their once-impenetrable armor sparked and hissed, their weapons sputtering uselessly in their hands. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Looks like the kid’s got a few tricks up his sleeve.”

One of the soldiers staggered forward, clutching his head. “What the hell is this? My systems are down!” he barked, panic creeping into his voice.

Emma’s grip tightened around Lucas as she pushed herself to her feet, her strength returning with every passing second. “You should’ve thought twice before messing with a baby,” she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. “Kids these days—always full of surprises.”

James chuckled, firing another shot that sent the disoriented soldier sprawling. “I’ll say. But let’s not waste the opportunity.” He moved swiftly, disarming the remaining troops with a precision that spoke of years of training. “Emma, get Lucas out of here. I’ll handle the cleanup.”

Emma hesitated, her eyes scanning the room. The once-formidable lab was now a battlefield of broken glass and sparking wires, the air thick with the acrid smell of burnt metal. “James, we need answers. Who sent them? Why Lucas?”

James paused, his expression darkening. “I don’t know, but I’ve got a feeling this is just the beginning. That light of his… it’s not just healing. It’s a weapon.” He glanced at the unconscious soldiers, his jaw tightening. “And someone out there knows it.”

Emma nodded, her mind racing. She looked down at Lucas, his silver light still glowing softly. “We’ll figure it out,” she said, determination hardening her voice. “But first, we need to disappear.”

As they moved toward the exit, a faint beep echoed from one of the fallen soldiers’ wrist devices. James knelt down, his fingers flying over the screen. “Emma, you’re gonna want to see this.” His voice was grim as he held up the device. A single message flashed on the screen: “Asset located. Phase Two initiated.”

Emma’s heart skipped a beat. “Phase Two? What does that mean?”

James shook his head, his eyes narrowing. “Nothing good. We’ve got to move. Now.”

The sound of distant footsteps echoed through the corridor, growing louder with each passing second. Emma clutched Lucas tightly, his light flickering faintly as if sensing the new threat. “James, we’re running out of time.”

James stood, his expression resolute. “Then let’s make every second count.” He grabbed her arm, pulling her toward the exit. “We’ll find out who’s behind this, but first, we survive.”