Unwrapped: An Urban Fantasy Adventure (Werewolves vs. Mummies Book 3) Read Online Free Page A

one hand toward me, leaving his other arm dangling by his side, and curled his fingers toward his chest. “Whenever you are ready, Dunewalker. Come and let me show you a thing or two.”
    “Five bucks says he doesn’t even last three seconds,” the other guard called, leaving me to wonder how he knew what bucks were. I almost asked him about it when I realized something horrible. Khufu wasn’t even taking him up on the bet. That was likely bad.
    Well, I’d show them. I could totally last three seconds. Hell, I’d last an eternity because I was going to win.
    I charged.
    Menes hit me square in the jaw and agony unlike I anything I had ever felt filled the entirety of being. I didn’t even see the attack really so I couldn’t tell you how he hit me. My teeth shattered as I was thrown backward across the dunes like a bloody comet. When I finally hit the ground and skidded far enough across the sand to tear nearly all the flesh from my bones, I couldn’t even see the prison of the gods anymore. Not that it mattered because everything around me faded into darkness.
     

Chapter 4
    “I’m thinking we need a new plan,” both Khufus said as they stood over me and stared down into my face from a few inches away. “One that doesn’t involve you getting your ass handed to you by two of the most distinguished warriors in all of Egyptian history, just saying.”
    “Why are there two of you?” I asked, reaching up to rub my eyes and was surprised to see my hands sans fur and claws. I’d reverted to my normal human while unconscious, which wasn’t astoundingly positive. Menes had knocked the wolf right out of me.
    “There are not two of me,” Khufu said, grabbing me by the arm and hauling me to my feet with ease thanks to his superhuman mummy strength. “You’re seeing double.” He threw my arm over his shoulder and let me stand there for a moment as I struggled to orient myself. It felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to my brain. And yes, I knew what that felt like. Long story short, don’t go drinking with werewolves who work in construction.
    “I think he hit me really hard,” I said before dropping to my knees and retching onto the sand as dizziness swept over me.
    Both Khufus leapt back out of the way and glared at me. “Menes knocked you over three miles through the air. You’re lucky you’re not dead.”
    “Guess I’m tougher than I look,” I said, resting my head against a reasonably vomit free patch of sand.
    “Think about something before you get all cocky about getting your ass beat, Thes. Menes pulled his punch. He didn’t even hit you. That was just the force of the air generated by his punch hitting you. You’re lucky. I don’t think Narmer would have stopped. Now hold still.” Khufu reached forward and rubbed my shoulders, digging his thumbs into my back. I was about to tell him to stop when my nausea abated and my blurry vision faded.
    When I looked up, there was only one Khufu. Thank god. The world couldn’t handle two of the mummy. I got slowly to my feet and resisted the urge to find a nice hole to crawl inside and die from embarrassment. I’d just been launched over three miles by a guy who had hit the air so hard it had nearly killed me.
    “How could they be so strong?” I asked, brushing the sand on my palms off on my tunic. “I don’t want to toot my own horn here, but I’ve actually fought gods before, and they’ve never hit me so hard I flew miles through the air.”
    “They’re tasked with guarding the prison of the gods, you dolt. They have to be stronger than a god to take one down.” Khufu shrugged and began walking away. “I wouldn’t have taken you there at all, but you wouldn’t have listened to me.”
    “So you took me there to get my head caved in by supernatural prison guards? On purpose?” I asked somewhat incredulously. “I thought we were friends.”
    “Oh, we’re friends now?” Khufu tossed me a smirk over his shoulder.
    “I’m not