Page 81 of The Lycans: Vol Four

I knew they could open those doors as easily as turning on a light switch.

I could feel the energy pulsating through the small space, an earthly wind whipping around the Otherworld male. His long white hair whipped around him, sparks of electricity visibly moving around his ashy, gray-colored skin.

I could hear the crackle and pop that came from him as he lifted his hands, six fingers on each, black-tipped claws dotting them.

His eyes were completely black as he looked at the ceiling, his mouth gaping open, his serrated teeth dripping with what I could only assume was human blood.

The Leandrean was chanting, his words foreign but ominous. I felt the pressure build around the room, so strongly I couldn’t breathe.

The magic coming from the Otherworld was like a heartbeat.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Although I didn’t know what was happening, if I was a gambling girl, I would have placed bets on the fact that the Leandrean was about to blast everyone’s ass into another dimension. He’d rip open a portal, if not to save himself, then to defuse the situation so he could escape.

That meant I was right in the crossfire, and there was no amount of running that could protect me from the vortex that would surely suck me in.

Shit.

I could feel it down in the very pit of my stomach, instinct telling me to run, but even then I knew it wouldn’t do any good. There was no amount of distance that would save me right now.

I watched in horror as the humans’ flesh started tearing apart from their bodies like a peel off a banana. Some exploded, as if the pressure of being wholly mortal and so close to the Otherworld creature was too much.

With one deafening roar, the Otherworld male’s jaw unhinged, getting disgustingly long as black smoke snaked out and filled the entire corridor.

A massive blast pulsated from the center of his chest, tendrils wrapping around anything in its path.

I was shoved back so forcefully I slammed against the cinder block, my head cracking against the stone before I crumbled to the ground.

And then everything went dark.

2

Sebastian

Not once did it ever occur to me that I was making a big fucking mistake letting the Assembly take me as their prisoner.

Yeah, I’d gladly taken up forces with the Lycans and vampires to take these fuckers out and rescue my psychotic cousin Adryan’s fated mate.

Although I didn’t have the emotion to feel happy or worried about getting Adryan’s female back, I was loyal to him above all else. And hell… bloodshed was always a good time.

My plan was to take out as many humans as possible. And I had been hungry for that, thirsty for their deaths to be new tally marks that marked my black soul.

Time seemed to meld together into one rolling, monotonous reel in this pit of hell. The only thing I’d been aware of after they took me was a dank cell, drugged-out vision and hearing, and zero strength.

And although they captured me, the recon had been successful. We’d taken down a hell of a lot of humans. And I was about to do that again, about to take lives and add tallies.

For the last week, they’d been pumping me full of sedatives and other drugs that weakened me. It allowed them to torture me, to cart me around so I didn’t put up a fight so they could poke and prod at me, cut me open and torture me for the amusement and entertainment of rich fucking humans.

But damn was I ready for a fight, ready to end this once and for all, and that time was now.

They thought I was too weak to be a threat… something I allowed them to think. I let my tolerance grow every time their drugs coursed through my veins.

I watched. I listened. And I planned on infiltrating this piece of shit from the inside out.

“He’s a big bastard,” said one of the guards carting me down the sterile hallway.

“Let’s just hurry this up,” the other guard, curling his hand harder into my arm.

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