Page 45 of Charmed By Apollo

“What the fuuuuuuuuu…!” Apollo screamed. It all happened so fast that he barely had time to react. Sharp claws pierced into his shoulders as Uriel’s surprisingly strong hands dug into him and knocked him down.

“Apollo!” Geri roared.

“Geri, stay awaaaa—rrghghhh!” Apollo gurgled as Uriel’s fangs tore at his throat and his blood poured down his neck. His immortal body fought the damage, quickly healing itself, but the vampire’s fangs only sank in deeper as he continued to drain him.

“No! Uriel!” Someone—Marley perhaps—screamed. “Get him away!”

“He’s tasted divine blood!” Another voice—Dr. Rodrigo—said. “He’s unstoppable.”

“No!” Geri screamed. “Get away from him!”

Apollo tried to scream—hell, he tried to move, but he couldn’t. Despite his frail body, Uriel was much stronger than him—and growing stronger by the moment.

Like he had the strength of a god.

His vision began to fade, and he grew weaker.

So, this was what dying felt like.

He was ready to give in, to let go, when he heard a deafening growl.

His eyes shot open, and a brown blur flew overhead. A brown furry blur, it seemed. Then he found himself able to move as he realized Uriel was no longer pinning him down. Collapsing back on the floor, he closed his eyes, willing his body to heal, and he placed his hands over the wound. He had just enough strength left to close up the wound, but that would take some time. Around him, he could hear the chaos.

“Take him down!”

“He’s gonna kill her! The divine blood has given him the strength of the gods.”

His eyes shot open, and he turned toward the source of the bloody-thirsty howls and growls. The ancient vampire had a large, brown furry creature pinned to the floor, twisting and pawing at him in an attempt to fight him back.

“Geri!” he managed to scream. That had to be Geri. She had shifted into her wolf form.

Fucking Uriel.

The screams and the loud growls continued as Apollo’s neck wound knit itself back together at a snail’s pace. He watched, helpless, as the wolf fought.

When half a dozen vampires finally dove in to try and pull Uriel off Geri, he sighed in relief. At that moment, the gash in his throat stopped bleeding, and with a rush of adrenaline, he pushed himself to his feet.

“Geri!” he shouted, limping fast toward her. His heart stopped as he saw her on the floor, motionless. “No!” He knelt next to her, gut twisting in anguish.

Calm down, he told himself. He would be of no use to her if he panicked.

The she-wolf lifted its head, staring at him with familiar gray eyes.

Geri’s eyes.

However, there was something strange about them. They were glowing, like someone was shining a light behind them. He didn’t quite know why, but something about the way they shimmered made warmth flood his chest.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll fix you, and we’ll get out of here.”

Taking a deep breath, he searched the she-wolf’s furry body, finding gashes and puncture wounds on its neck and shoulders. It was bleeding, but not profusely, meaning her body was healing itself. But from the condition of the wounds, it might take a few hours before she was fully healed. So, he placed his hands over the wounds and fixed them so they were completely closed up.

The wolf left out a whimper, then slowly the muscles under its face began to shift. Then, the thick brown fur receded, and its limbs began to contract. Apollo watched, awed as the wolf turned back into Geri’s familiar form.

Without another word, he grabbed her and transported them away.

Chapter 7

Geri

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