LUCAS
A flash of fire erupts across the battlefield, and we snap our attention toward the source. Lisa stands with her magitech brace extended, her face fierce with concentration as a vampire falls back.
Kellan’s mate is more than just talk. Good to know.
Magister Orion extends his hand, and the same vampire’s head explodes.
Huh. Ava can really choose her friends.
Another vampire lunges at us, teeth bared. Aurum drives his shoulder into the creature’s abdomen. The momentum carries us to the ground, but we’re on top, pinning it with our weight.
Aurum drives our claws deep into his chest before ripping his heart out with a strong snap of his jaws. Bone and organ come out together. Bloodsuckers might be strong, but their bone density isn’t any different than an average human’s.
But Aurum’s bite has far more force than the average shifter, thanks to his alpha bloodline.
Something else is here, my wolf says, his hackles up as he bounds to the next victim, knocking down a vamp with an arm through one of an unshifted wolf’s chest.
Justin slides to the ground, eyes already glazed in death. But there’s no time to mourn in battle.
Something’s watching. Something powerful.
A chill crawls across my skin despite the heat of combat. I trust Aurum’s instincts without question, but I don’t sense what he does.
Stay together, I call out through the pack link, but orders can only do so much at this stage.
There. Aurum turns his head to the eastern edge of the clearing. I can smell it.
A figure stands, watching the carnage from a safe distance. Tall. Despite the cold, he’s dressed in a suit, his shirt bloody and torn and one of his pants legs ripped clean off.
His face is unnaturally beautiful, and silver hair flows over his shoulders. Vampire, obviously.
He’s smiling.
"You keep taking my things," he says, his voice somehow carrying across the carnage. "How terribly rude of you."
Even at this distance, his presence hums in my bones. Aurum growls, teeth bared and hackles high.
There’s a strangled sound of pain behind me; Lisa. As expected, then, this must be the Mad Prince.
The stranger’s smile widens. "There she is."
Lisa’s in trouble, Kellan says, sounding as close to panicked as I’ve ever heard him. Even when he first learned of his mate bond to Lisa.
Orion steps forward, standing by my shoulder. His hands glow with a faint red light. "I suggest you leave, vampire. You are outnumbered."
"Am I?" The so-called prince gestures lazily. From the trees emerge more vampires—dozens of them.
"Fuck," Clayton mutters. He’s come up behind me.
We’re surrounded, Aurum observes unnecessarily.
A choked cry slices through the noise. The vampire crooks a finger and pulls—and Lisa screams again.
Kellan howls, his anguish overpowering his pain as he speaks through our link. She’s dying. He’s killing her!
The Mad Prince’s hair shifts colors, from silver to black, as his eyes glaze and lips curl with rapture. "Come to me, kitten," he croons, and there’s no doubt who he’s speaking to. "You belong at my side."
"Never."
A bolt of fire flies toward him, only to dissipate midair. It misses me by mere centimeters, leaving my skin with the memory of its heat.
"Magister—that’s him," Lisa hisses, sounding as if she’s only half alive. I can’t spare the time to look back and see if she’s okay; I leave her care to Kellan.
"I know, child." The Fae raises his hands. "He is not like the others."
Everyone stay tight, I command. Break formation and you die.
Hold positions! Aurum and I roar. Do not break rank!
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