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Unlike in my office, Angel’s fist punches directly under Keenan’s heart. I watch as she grabs his heart in her hand and I feel him flinch. She leans.” getting in his face. “You will never hurt anyone ever again, you disgusting creature.” I watch ast her jaw sets and she rips his heart out of his body.
I let his body drop to the ground. Angel squeezes his heart, a fierce look on her face. I grab her pulling her to me. We’re both naked, we’re both covered in blood, but I don’t care. The leech that tormented her for seven long years is dead.
As I hold her, I look around. We are winning. Killing Keenan caused the death of many other vampires. I’m guessing it’s true what they say about vampires sires. If you cut off the head, the body dies, in this case, all the vampires he created are dead. It’s making the battle swing easily in our favor. I’m about to jump back into the battle when I feel Angel flinch.
I only have a moment to look when she screams my name.
“LIAM!”
She jumps into my arms, throwing her arms out on either side of me as I feel her aura push out around me and to our wolves and allies, a moment before I feel a blast that sends everyone flying backward.
Keenan is dead, but what caused the blast?
When Keenan sends his first wave, there are hundreds of vampires. The power that Cara, Clint and I have together can only hold for so long. It drains all of our energy. We are able to wipe out the first wave of vampires, but the second wave mostly gets through. By the third wave, we break off and begin fighting individually.
We stay together as long as possible, and I see Rik and Liam throwing vampires to Clint to take out. He’s a machine. He always was. Alessia remembers him from his younger days. He’s stronger than an Alpha, so powerful. Even now, in his revised wheelchair, he’s taking on more vampires than most of the wolves on the battlefield.
I wasn’t expecting to be able to feel the death of our pack members. I’ve never been a ranked pack member and it’s hard to concentrate constantly hearing the howling of wolves in pain and then feeling their death in my mind and heart.
Thankfully, my Guardian instincts kick in and I’m fighting like my Guardian spirit has fought for centuries. The amount of knowledge that flows through me is incredible. My Guardian has even fought against vampires, so we know how best to kill them, and we are killing them as fast as they come at us.
I’m making sure that I’m close to Liam, even when we get pushed away from Cara, Rik and Clint. I know Rik will protect Cara. He didn’t want her here in her pregnant state, but I understand her desire, her need, to be a part of this. We are the power in this fight. And we are what the vampires are coming for. This is our fight.
Cyran is amazing. There is something to be said for the strength and power of an Alpha. There is a reason that they are the leaders of their pack and Liam is showing exactly why he is the leader of our pack. He is fearless and he is deadly.
I see Liam battling multiple vampires when yet another goes to jump in to try to bring him down. Before I even know what we’re doing, Alessia has taken over and she jumps in to take the vampire out, ripping its head from its body in one move.
I see Ailduin’s warriors fighting, some dead on the ground. I’m heart broken, knowing that the immortal lives of these warriors has ended.
I hear Cyran howl in pain. Alessia whips her head around, ready to jump in to help him and that’s when I smell him. Prince Keenan. He takes advantage of my momentary distraction and grabs us by our neck and chest.
“There’s my girl. My delicious, mouthwatering girl. Oh, how I’ve missed you. I will enjoy having you, taking you every night.” Alessia is thrashing in his arms. From the corner of my eye, I see him look at Liam before sinking his fangs into Alessia’s neck. The pain is excruciating.
‘Alessia, we need to shift. You’re too big, it makes it easier for him to keep a hold on us.’ She agrees and we shift in his arms, not caring if he gets hurt in the process. When I’m back to myself, I slam my head into his face, forcing him to dislodge his fangs from my neck.
I hear Liam scream for me to duck and I do, going under his arm as it comes up to punch Keenan on the side of his head. When I duck, I see that the vampire Liam injured isn’t dead yet. I let my claws come out and I slice through his neck, separating his head from his body. I’m watching to see if he will turn to dust when I hear Liam.
“Angel!”
When I turn, Liam has Keenan. He’s giving me the chance to kill him, to end the misery that haunted me for years. My mate, the man I love, will give me this because he knows I need it more than he does.
Unlike with Sebastian, I know exactly how to kill this vampire. I punch just under his heart and Alessia lets her claws come out, puncturing his insides while we grab his heart. Keenan’s face is almost comical, like he can’t believe that I would want to kill him.
I want him to know that I’m doing this because he’s the most worthless creature on the face of the planet. A blight on the supernatural community. I feel no regret when I rip his heart from his chest and crush it in my hands.
Liam pulls me to him, holding me. I need his touch more than he knows. My mind wants to spiral out of control, back to a dark and hateful place. Holding on to Liam keeps me grounded. It keeps me here, refusing to let me go to that dark place.
We pull apart and I look around. There has been a shift in the battle. We are winning now. There have been casualties but, in the end, we will win.
As I turn to look at my fellow Guardians, I see it. The leech that was with Keenant has Clint, his fangs deep into Clint’s neck. As I watch, Dimitri rips Clint’s throat out. His mouth is covered in blood that is dripping down his face. His face, turned up to the night sky, has a look of total ecstasy from feeding on Clint.
I feel it, just as I have felt every other death tonight. The tether that bonded us as Guardians snaps and I know that he is gone. I realize that Cara feels it too, the death of her father. I watch as she turns, seeing her father crumple to the ground.
I hear her scream at the same time I feel her aura, the absolute raw power pushing out of her. She will kill us all in her grief.
“LIAM!”
My only thought is to protect him and as many others as I can from Cara’s power, bomb, because that is what it is, an electromagnetic pulse of her power.
I jump into Liam’s arms, wrapping my aura around him and throwing it out to as many wolves and fae warriors as I can reach before the power blast reaches us. I take the brunt of what feels like a concussion bomb, protecting my love, my mate, and as many others as I can before everything goes black.
Hundreds of miles away, in a tiny efficiency in a small town, a Guardian awakens.
Rest in peace Clint…
The blast threw everyone into the air and off their feet. When I get my senses back, I realize two things. Angel is unconscious on top of me, and I hear a keening sound in the distance that makes my heart hurt.
I sit up, holding Angel in my arms, looking around. There are fae warriors and werewolves around me, shaking their heads trying to figure out what happened, just like I am. I follow the sound of the keening and realize it’s Cara. She’s holding her father’s lifeless body in her arms, rocking him back and forth.
Oh no. Please tell me Clint isn’t dead. I see Rik, picking himself up off the ground, going to Cara. He pulls her into his arms and begins rocking her, trying to comfort her. I know the sound a person makes when they lose someone they love. That’s the sound that Cara is making now. It’s the sound of your heart breaking into a million pieces. I know that Clint is dead, and Cara’s heart is broken. What I thought was a bomb going off must have been a power surge from Cara, her emotions too strong to contain when she realized Clint was gone.
I look down at my sweet Angel. She must have felt it before anyone else and she jumped in front of me. She protected me, even though I asked her not to. Her back is in shreds, but she’s alive and I know I need to get her to the pack hospital.
I look around. It feels like the entire canyon was on fire with all the ash in the air. Cara’s power wiped out the remaining vampires. As I look around, many warriors on our side are getting up but on the other side, where Angel wasn’t able to block Cara’s aura, many wolves are unconscious. I’m hoping because they are part of Cara’s pack, that there is some level of protection offered them.
As I watch, I see Anders walking over to Clint’s body. He falls to his knees beside his lifelong friend, pulling his dead body to his chest. I can see his body convulsing with his grief from here.
I stand, holding Angel in my arms. I look at Rik and he makes eye contact with me. The battle is won, but our mates need us. I nod and turn, running back to my pack lands.
As I go, I holler at my pack members, telling them to help each other and get back to our pack lands. I’ll be sending help and medical assistance as soon as I can, but Angel is my first priority. I know as Alpha the pack should come first, but I am nothing without my mate, and I can’t help anyone if she dies.
As I run back into my pack lands, I see what looks like the remains of a fight near- the packhouse. I’m glad I left some warriors here to protect our weaker pack members. I send a mind link that the battle is over and every able-bodied pack member is needed in the hospital and on the battle field to help those that are injured.
I’m aware that not every person in the safe rooms will be ‘able bodied’. Anyone who lost a mate will be devastated, trying to hold on to life if there is something, or someone keeping them here, or praying to the Moon Goddess for death to be with their mates. Werewolves, as a species, are not able to survive when we lose the person that completes us. Someone like Clint only lasted this long because of Cara. My father was the same, only he never had anything left to give to me, his son.
I get Angel to the pack hospital. It’s already bustling with activity. “I need help NOW!” I shout as I walk in.
One of the doctors runs over, looking at Angel. “This way Alpha.” He says and I follow him into a room where I gently lay Angel on her stomach.
I stand back as they begin hooking her up to all sorts of equipment. Her heart rate is slow, her blood pressure is low and they give her oxygen to help her breath. Someone gives me a pair of sweatpants and I put them on, but I refuse to leave my mate.
Eventually, they have her stable, they’ve bandaged her back and have her laying on her back now. “Why isn’t she healing?” I ask the doctor for the hundredth time.