Page 95 of Mating at Midnight: Book 1

“Yes, sir,” the guards responded as our enemies begged for their lives.

“Please, don’t do this. I have a family,” the first one cried. Realizing that he was amongst the others that thought it was funny when the man hung my member’s baby over her, I walked over to him.

“I remember seeing you getting your rocks off as one of your members found it funny to shake her son in her face.”

He started stuttering. “No, no, no that wasn’t me.”

I move in closer. Oh, no?”

“No,” he replies again.

Pulling my cellphone from my back pocket, I show him the footage that shows him. His head sags. “If someone did your mate and child the way your people did mine; how do you think you should respond?”

Not raising his head gives me my answer.

“Just as I thought,” I declare.

He raises his head, smiling. “Fuck you! When this is all said and done the followers of Fenrir will be victorious. For that, I happily give my life.”

“Then you’ve given your life for a fruitless cause,” I return, severing the arteries in his neck with my claws.

Chapter 51

Braxton

We’ve taken down two locations Fenrir’s people tried to commandeer but we’re about to face our truest challenge. No doubt the ones that are fighting our fathers are his most lethal soldiers. The four of us are going to seriously watch each other’s backs. These people fight dirty and don’t care about harming innocents. That shit infuriates me which is why I didn’t stop Nyah from killing that asshole. He deserved that and so much more.

Luckily, instead of us running through the thicket of forest trees and foliage, Nyah guided us to a cleared path that led to Alpha Lightfeather’s cabin. We stopped at the opening to see our fathers, Levi, James, Kenia, and the Alpha of the Bear Pack whose name I can’t remember. Men, women, wolves, and bears are positioned behind them as they face off to Fenrir’s people, ready for a showdown. A large man with scars on his face is standing in front of Fenrir’s small army. I wonder how it is that he has scars. We as shifters typically heal quickly, never leaving any trace of a wound.

Ballian nudges me, once again hearing my thoughts. “The asshole in front is Ezeikel. If Fenrir had a right-hand man, he’d be the one. The scars are from being cut with silver knives. You’ll have one too. I was trying to go after him when I was ambushed. That shit won’t happen this time.”

I look down at my arm that should be on the mend but is still a gaping wound.

I nod, knowing Ezeikel would be the first one I help Ballian kill. He’s the next best thing to chop off the head of the snake.

“It won’t be that easy,” Ballian interrupts my thoughts. “Just like your fathers have special abilities, Ezeikel was gifted withsome by Fenrir. We have knowledge of some, but he still has some that we have yet to discover. You’re probably going to need these.”

Pain runs through my hands. Bringing them up to my face, I watch my fingernails transform into large claws. Not only did I have Ballian’s strength, but he has gifted me with deadly appendages.

Ballian sneers, “If you die, I die, so try to stay alive.”

I chuckled. “I plan on it.”

Ballian bowed his head in respect. “The Gods have blessed you with other gifts, but they will manifest themselves when the time is needed.”

Elder Nelah appears out of nowhere with two women behind her. “Dip those claws in this vat of silver.” The women move closer, carrying an old cast iron pot filled with silver.

I shake my head from side to side, not wanting any part of that shit. If my wound wasn’t healing from the silver bladed knife, then what the Hell is this shit going to do to my hands.

Elder Nelah lets out an exasperated sigh. “Braxton, just dip your claws in the silver. Just like humans with fingernails, our claws are basically somewhat formed from dead cells. As long as you don’t let the silver touch your skin, you will be fine. Now, hurry up. We need to get back to the other women and children.”

I look to Ballian for confirmation. As he thought over her words, Nyah placed her claws in the silver.

“We’re going to need every advantage,” she said, removing her silver covered claws from the vat. She shows off her shiny claws to Skia.

I blankly stare at Ballian. “Do it,” he says in a commanding voice.

Tossing my fears to the side, I put my claws in the silver concoction. I waited for the excruciating pain to hit me, butit didn’t. Elder Nelah and the women disappear back into the woods.

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