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“I know. Remember, we protect each other. You’ll be safe with my guys. And I’ll feel better knowing you’re protecting them too. Especially Fen. His mother will probably try to say some shitty, cruel things to him. Don’t let him believe her,” I whisper, holding my mate closer.

“I will remind him that he is stronger than the words of such a terrible being,” Warrior vows, and I smile.

“Be safe,” I murmur, and Warrior presses a kiss to my head.

“You too.”

“I’ll keep them safe, Badger.” Tristan’s cocky voice whispers in my ear, and I step away from Warrior and leap into Tristan’s arms. Without saying a word, I bite into his neck, taking a long drink of his blood. He groans, and his grip on my ass tightens as he holds me up in his arms.

“You better,” I groan, pressing a kiss to the bloody bite mark I leave behind. “Or I’ll have to punish you,” I whisper in his ear, making him shiver.

“Getting me all worked up right before a big battle? Brilliant baby. I’ll have to punish this ass for your bad behavior once this is all over,” Tristan warns.

“I’m looking forward to it,” I say, kissing his cheek. He doesn’t even set me down, just passes me to Lust midair. “Keep my Grams close. Don’t let anything happen to her,” I say to Lust, as I look into his eyes. He nods once, before kissing me. It steals my breath, and I can’t resist pushing my fingers into his hair. “I love you,” I murmur against his lips, and he smiles.

“I love you too. And don’t worry, the old lady is safe with me,” he teases, and Grams punches his arm.

“Who you calling old, youngin?” Grams scoffs, and I chuckle at the old lady as Lust puts me back on my feet, and I turn to face her.

“Certainly not you,” I say, smiling at her, as I lean in to give her a good hug. Grams gives the best hugs.

“She’s not even the oldest person here,” Kili adds, giving side-eye to Tristan and Arlo. Sometimes I forget how old those two truly are.

“True,” I smirk, dodging a smack from Grams and rushing to Kili. He scoops me up bridal style and tips me back as he kisses me hard.

“Tonight we’re celebrating,” he says darkly, and I don’t need to ask what he means.

“Deal,” I whisper breathlessly.

A shiver travels down my spine, and I grin, turning to face my Light One.

“Hey Murder Noodle,” I tease, and Silas just smiles.

“I’ll be shifted, up a sleeve till I’m needed. She’ll sense me. Hopefully, it sets her on edge,” Silas smirks, and I grin brightly at him. I love his twisted nature. “Then tonight we can mate on her bloody corpse,” he growls, but before I can respond, his eyes go wide, and he slaps a hand over his mouth. I stare at him, waiting…

“The fuck was that, babe?” I finally ask, and Silas clears his throat.

“Uh, my alternate form sometimes becomes particularly violent, and his thoughts sort of bleed into mine…I apologize for that gruesome suggestion.” Silas avoids meeting my eyes, so I grip his cheeks and lean in.

“I accept you as you are. Every gruesome suggestion. Perhaps we can mate without the corpse?” I offer with a teasing smile, and Silas nods, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “Perfect. Stay close to Warrior. Bite bitches and take names,” I tease.

“Be safe.”

I stay back, watching as the men head into the castle. Daire, Arlo, Cato, and Odas remain by my side. With one more deep breath, we head inside.

Chapter 5

Moon

As we make our way under the portcullis, Daire uses his speed to dash ahead of us to map out the best route to take as we make our way through the castle. On several occasions, he returns with his lips dripping blood. It says something about me that I’m jealous he’s tasting someone else's blood…I’m not sure what, but something.

“Clearly someone stopped for a little snack,” I snark, lifting a brow, hands braced on my hips. I wince. Obviously, I’m hiding my jealousy well.

“What can I say, I’m in a good mood,” he smirks. Along the way, he has also lost his glasses, and I can’t help but smile at my handsome mate. I could easily get lost in his vibrant red eyes.

“Moon, I was thinking we should prepare,” Odas says as he steps beside me. “Here.” He hands me a small vial filled with red liquid, and I frown. “It’s my blood. If you need to use me, I want you to have it.”

“What? No.” I shove the vial back into his hands, but Odas shakes his head. He gently places the vial in my grasp, and closes his large palms over mine, holding me. Like that’ll stop me… As soon as he releases me, I slip it into his pocket.

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