Page 48 of Dancing Moonbeam

This is for you, Damon.

As he advanced toward the creature, Jaytee raised his arm then whipped his hand toward the ground, watching as Vicino rose into the air before crashing back down.

Christian glanced at Jaytee, studied him for a moment, then shockingly stepped aside. The prince gave a single nod. “For your loss, wolf.”

“You haven’t seen unimaginable rage yet,” Jaytee growled at Vicino while he drew closer. “You wanted me to save some for you, so I’m about to give you all of it.”

The second he felt Vicino’s powers lashing toward him, Jaytee thought of the meadow Raidh had created, how he’d given Jaytee the best hour of his life. The electricity detonated from Jaytee with a powerful airblast, uprooting massive trees and sending them crashing to the forest floor, taking Vicino with them.

The vampire released a ferocious roar, his powers crashing against Jaytee, sending him flying backward.

“You want to play with the big boys?” Vicino shouted, slamming a fist against his chest. “I’ve been around for ten thousand years, pup. I’ve wiped out entire civilizations without barely lifting a hand. Do your worst.”

Instead of acting on the taunt, Jaytee closed his eyes, centered himself, and focused. The power flowed through his veins and pulsated through every cell in his body.

He opened his eyes then narrowed them before he discharged a violent blast wave. Then another and another. He refused to let up, ejecting the blast waves with all the pain inside of him, with the profound agony of his loss; the loss of the most beautiful fairy in the world.

Vicino’s screams were ear-crushing, his body contouring and twisting as he absorbed every ounce of Jaytee’s soul-shattering pain and anguish.

He poured all of it into Vicino.

Jaytee’s heart lurched when a creature appeared right beside him, looking just like Panahasi did right now, only its skin was the color of ripe blueberries—a deep purplish hue. His eyes were bloodshot, spidery veins of red branching toward brown irises.

“Jaden, no!” Panahasi bellowed, his wings carrying him at lightning speed toward Jaytee.

Jaden sniffed at Jaytee, baring fangs that reached his chin. “Your soul yanked me to your side. You wish for death, wolf, and I can give it to you.”

Panahasi’s winged body slammed into Jaden’s, the two rolling away. Jaytee should have never taken his attention off of Vicino. As the two mighty winged creatures exchanged blows, Jaytee was lifted into the air, his body nearly bending in half, his blood feeling as if it was boiling.

“I will bathe in your blood,” Vicino breathed out, malevolence flowing through his eyes. “I will slowly, enjoyably, torture your family for the rest of eternity.”

Jaytee tried to call on his powers, but he couldn’t focus when his bones were snapping and his skin felt like it was peeling from his body.

Suddenly, he slammed to the ground, jerking and convulsing as the torturous agony gradually receded. He lay staring up at the stars, panting and covered in sweat.

Vicino roared with curses.

After taking a deep breath, Jaytee pushed to his feet. The vampire was on his knees, his arms behind his back, glaring a promise of death at him.

Looking to his right, Jaytee saw the winged creatures held up one arm each, their fingers curled in halfway, their talons resting against their forearms.

Panahasi shook his head while staring at Vicino. “I see you need a handbook for your new powers, wolf.”

“You can’t just give a shifter that kind of power and expect him to execute it flawlessly without giving him lessons first,” Jaden snapped. “You’re a little too fucking generous for your own good. You need to be more careful with your generosity before you do something you can’t undo.”

“You’re looking at Life and Death,” Kalen said from next to him.

Jaytee snapped his head around to see his father and Jax standing on his left.

“I don’t understand,” Jaytee replied.

“Panahasi is every creature ever born into existence,” Kalen replied. “Jaden is the Grim Reaper. The one who controls and commands all the rest. Panahasi and Jaden are brothers.”

Kalen slid his arm around Jaytee’s shoulders, tears shimmering in his blue eyes. “Let’s end the son of a bitch who took my son’s life, who killed your twin and Jax’s brother.”

“Raidh.” Jaytee’s shoulders shook, unable to hold back the anguish.

His dad swallowed roughly. “I’m sorry, Jaytee. He was a sweet person. But please, I already lost one son, and I can’t lose another. Please, Jaytee, don’t seek death.”

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