Page 101 of Mating at Midnight: Book 1

“Don’t touch it,” I yell, not wanting them to get harmed more.

“But Nyah, it’s too heavy for you to remove by yourself,” Kenia argues.

Levi chimes in, “The wounds will eventually heal Nyah, but if losing my hands knowing it’s from saving my brother, my Alpha then I’m willing to make that sacrifice.”

“No,” I said in a huff, still working to alleviate Ballian’s pain.

As everyone focused on them, Fenrir took the moment to knee Odin under his chin. The blow knocks our God onto his back. Fenrir laughs, dropping down to his knees, then bombarding Odin with a barrage of punches to the face. One of our brave Pack members jumps onto Fenrir’s back to stop his assault, but with one mighty shake, Fenrir tosses him aside.

Fenrir in all his presumptuous glory rants, “He may have beaten me once, but do you think I will let him do it again?” He moves his head from side to side as he stands, then grabs thecollar of Odin’s shirt. Odin looks defeated, but I pray he still has enough fight left in him.

“The time of Odin’s rule over shifters is over. Bow down to me and I just might let you live,” he declares with a smirk.

“No, no, no,” I exclaim, pulling at Ballian’s make-shift bounds.

Suddenly two different howls echo through the forest, making the limbs on the trees tremble. I let out a sigh of relief, recognizing one of them.

Through the clearing, two wolves, one white and the other black break through with others following.

Skia. Elder Nelah. My heart does backflips watching them run through Fenrir’s subjects. In human form, normally the young ladies who served Elder Nelah are pleasant and respectful, but that has changed as their wolves are ready to tear away flesh from the bone.

Skia leaps next to me. Not only are her paws covered in silver but so are her teeth and her muzzle.

“I don’t have time for you to stare at me. We need to work together to get this shit off my mate,” she says intently.

Amidst the chaos around us, I know I should be doing something, but I’m stuck in one spot gawking at my destined wolf. Skia is here and healed. When I don’t make a move to assist her, Skia huffs before latching onto the sheath with her new silver teeth and snatches it away from Ballian.

She guards him as he slowly rises, shaking off the effects of the sheath. Skia rubs the top of her head under his chin. Ballian receives her sentiment by a rumble in the chest. The white wolf, Elder Nelah, gives me a hard nudge, knocking me out of my stupor. My eyes meet hers.

“See to Braxton,” she instructs. “They will be fine.”

Braxton. Oh, my God. I scurried to him as Levi helped him stand. The outline of the sheath on Braxton’s skin is starting to repair itself.

“Babe, are you okay?” I ask, raking my eyes over him from head to toe.

Braxton cracks his neck, swiveling his head from side to side.

“Never better,” he replies with his focus directed to the fight between Odin and Fenrir. Kenia, Levi, and I stare at each other as he runs off. We take off behind him as Ballian comes to his side and Skia, Elder Nelah, and her wolves join in.

Momma and Kenia come to my side. Momma grasps our hands as the clouds darken once again. Lightning streaks through the sky while aggressive sounds resound behind the very few clouds.

“No matter how this ends, just know I’m always with you girls and I will always love you,” Momma says with a smile in her motherly tone. Tears of pride and love roll down her cheeks.

Tears filled our eyes and before we could respond to her, another thunderous crack exploded from the sky.

Fenrir grins, looking up, then squints at Odin. “More of my army is coming. So, this is the last opportunity for you and your people to recognize me as the true God over the wolf shifters.”

Odin remains quiet as the clouds separate. Fireballs fell from the sky, transforming into human warriors, ready to battle.

“No, no, no,” Fenrir scowled, backing up.

Laughing, Odin treads nearer to him, but keeps a good distance between them. “What was that you were saying about your army, Fenrir?”

“They will come.” Fenrir snarls. His remaining soldiers, not as many as before but still a good number, flank his sides.

As the last fireball hits the ground and the person is revealed, you can see the fright in Fenrir’s eyes. It’s Vidar, the son of Odin.

“No, no, no,” Fenrir scowls, backing up.

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