Free Raven Moon by Eva Gordon Page A

rooms down, Beccan signaled them to a door propped open with a trashcan.
    Rave cried from the stabbing pain as he set her on a bed while Beccan looked down from their new balcony. She tried to wiggle her fingers and moaned. “Shit, my arm is useless.”
    Cashel shot a harsh whisper at Beccan, “Help me cut a pillow case to act as a sling.” He released a slow breath. “It would be best if I took your jacket off.”
    Rave hissed, “No. Leave it. I can rest it over my satchel.”
    “But I’ll need to somehow get a splint on it.”
    She squeezed her eyes shut. “No time. Just sling it.”
    The enraged hoots coming from below chilled her to the bone.
    Beccan handed Cashel a makeshift sling. “I can fly down to the lobby and find pain meds.”
    Rave grimaced and shook her head. “No, too dangerous.” These creatures obviously desired variety in their diet.
    Cashel turned to Beccan. “She’s right. The ape grabbed her while in raven form. It explains why they attacked the werewolf.”
    Rave rasped. “Aspirin. My bag.”
    Cashel reached in and took out two aspirins. “Get the princess water.” She winced as Cashel tied the sling around her neck and placed her arm into it. “I’m sorry, Princess.”
    She hissed and then gazed at them, her eyes watering. “Look. I can’t fly. Take the camera back to our people.”
    They both shook their head simultaneously. Cashel frowned. “We are not leaving you.”
    Her shifter DNA could quickly heal broken bones often within days or weeks, but only if the arm was properly set. Nonetheless, it would take months of physical therapy before she could fly again. “There’s no point in all three of us dying.” She expelled a grunt. “As your alpha, I’m ordering you both to leave.”
    Cashel narrowed his gaze at her. “I promised your parents to die protecting you and that is what I choose to do.” He glanced at Beccan. “You can stay or fly back with the camera and get help.”
    Beccan moved his shoulders back. “I’ll stay.”
    If she needed to piss him off to save his life, she would. Rave glared at Beccan. “What the fuck for? I don’t intend to take you as a mate. Furthermore, I’d rather not ride the eternal thermals with you.” The final insult not to share the afterlife should add salt to his wounded ego.
    Beccan shot her a grin as if seeing through her. “I’m not giving up so easily. Besides, my duty is to protect my princess.”
    Rave rolled her eyes. Damn loyal guards . Even her father, the king would have a tough time releasing them from their bound duty, even if it meant their death. She sharpened her tone. “Leave and warn the others!”
    Beccan shook his head. “As soon as you’re secured, I shall fly non-stop.”
    Cashel stood, peered out the door and then quietly closed it. “They might leave. If not, we can shift and hide in the rafters or in the elevator shaft.”
    “I’ll leave in the morning and find a vehicle,” suggested Beccan.
    Rave raised her brow. “But what about the sea of regular zombies?” That’s if they managed to somehow survive the new and improved flesh eaters.
    Beccan shrugged. “If need be, we can walk amongst them as ravens. When they disperse, you and Cashel can drive off again. Once you are safely on the road, I’ll fly and get help.”
    Rave sighed. “And what of Maddox? By now he must have picked up our scent.”
    Cashel swore under his breath. He’d known she was attracted to the enemy werewolf and had given her a warning lecture about staying away from oversexed wolf shifters. “We’ll deal with him later.”
    “I doubt he’s here for us.” Rave offered a fake smile, maintaining a calm demeanor, despite the ruckus of chimpanzombies below, perhaps tearing the lobby apart in search of edible rodents. Human zombies had an enhanced sense of smell and hearing, and she could only imagine how much more sensitive chimpanzombies were to the smell of fresh prey.
    The loud bang of a window being broken in a nearby