Page 197 of Psycho Pack

"Fuck you and your seconds, you fuckin' creep," Whiskey snarls back before punching out the window and hauling himself out onto the ledge. Cool wind rushes in, chasing away some of the sickly sweet scent in the air.

I glance back at Raven in time to catch his gaze locking onto the omega in Wraith's arms, and confusion flashes in his features.

"Who is that?" he asks, going still.

"None of your business," Whiskey snaps, hauling himself out onto the ledge and pushing out the rest of the glass.

"Wait!" Raven snarls, lunging forward from the end of the hall.

Whiskey is already out the window and the rest of us follow him, my alphas flanking me protectively, adrenaline pumping through my veins. Plague climbs through the window next, turning back to offer his hand, and Thane grabs my waist, lifting me up to him. Plague helps me through the window and pulls me against his side, taking the brunt of the impact as we drop down into the narrow, elevated walkway suspended between buildings.

The cool night air hits my face as the sirens continue blaring in the club, hurting my ears even as we're free. I hear three sets of boots dropping heavily onto the walkway behind us and turn back to confirm that Thane, Wraith and Valek are with us. Below us, the city sprawls out in a sea of neon and shadow.

"Which way?" Whiskey pants, blood still trickling down his face from where the omega hit him.

"There." Thane points to another fire escape on the adjacent building. "We can cut through and lose them in the tunnels."

The sound of pursuit echoes up the stairwell behind us. Heavy boots on metal, shouts getting closer. My heart pounds against my ribs as we race across the walkway, our clothes completely impractical for this kind of escape.

Wraith leads the way, still carrying the unconscious omega in his arms. Her silvery hair streams behind them in the wind, catching the neon glow from below.

The walkway creaks ominously under our combined weight. I try not to look down at the dizzying drop below us.

Focus on running.

On staying alive.

"Keep moving!" Plague shouts, drawing three glass blades from his jacket, the moonlight catching their curved edges. He flicks his wrist and they whistle through the air, each finding their targets.

A bullet whizzes past my ear, pinging off the railing. More shots follow, forcing us to duck and weave as we run.

"Don't shoot, you fucking idiots!" Raven yells from the window we came from. "You'll hurt the omegas!"

We reach the other building's fire escape just as the first wave of guards bursts onto the walkway behind us. Valek turns, that dangerous smile visible even with his mask askew. He pulls something from his jacket. A small device that gleams dully in the neon light.

"A gift from Surhiira," he purrs, then tosses it onto the walkway.

The explosion rocks the entire structure. Metal screams as the walkway tears free, taking several guards with it as it plummets toward the street below. The gap between buildings is now impossible to cross.

"That works," Whiskey says with a breathless laugh.

But we can't stop to celebrate. More shouts echo from inside the building we're now perched on. They're coming from both above and below.

"Down!" Thane barks, already leading us down the fire escape. "We need to get to street level!"

We descend as fast as we dare, the metal stairs rattling with each footfall. My midnight blue dress catches on something and tears, but I barely notice. The sound of pursuit is getting closer again.

"There's a service entrance to the tunnels two blocks east," Thane commands between breaths. "If we can make it there?—"

The patter of gunfire cuts him off. Bullets spark off the metal around us as shooters appear in the windows above. Guess they're not following Raven's orders. I duck instinctively, nearly losing my footing on the narrow stairs.

Wraith growls, shifting the omega over his shoulder so he can shield me better with his bulk. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake up.

We hit street level running. The crowds part around us like water, screams erupting as people spot the blood and weapons. Some try to grab us, either to help the authorities or score a bounty themselves, but my alphas plow through them like they're not even there.

"Left!" Plague shouts. "Next alley!"

We veer into a narrow passage between buildings, the neon glow replaced by deep shadows. The sounds of pursuit echo off the brick walls, getting closer.