Page 94 of Mating at Midnight: Book 1

Braxton and Ballian lower their heads before he slowly turns his head towards me. I gasp. His eyes are the same old yellow color as Ballian’s.

“Damn,” Skia whispers.

Hearing more screams, we have no time to relish in the moment. The four of us along with the guards that were with us ran down the dirt road that ended with small log cabins that housed older widowed members and families.

Once in view of the homes, my breath hitches as we witness the majority of the homes on fire. A mother sobs on her knees, reaching out for her baby that one of Fenrir’s men is dangling in front of her by his ankle. Some of his comrades stand around, laughing as others cheer on others as they lay their silver blades on my older Pack member’s skin. Others in their wolf form are feasting on our dead.

Maybe it was the bloodlust or feeling of disrespect towards my people, but I dart towards the man holding the baby. A peculiar feeling comes over me as I swipe his neck with my hand.The mother catches her baby when the man releases him to clutch his neck. She jumps up then runs to safety. As he’s unable to stop the blood from draining from his body, I look down at my hands. Instead of nails, they have been replaced with razor-like claws.

I whip my head at Skia.

“I might be able to change the color of your eyes, but I can share this with you. Unlike Ballian who is an Ancient and can share many of his abilities with Braxton,”she says telepathically.

Well damn, with this new information, I’m about to cut into these assholes with no remorse.

“Thank you,”I tell her before unleashing my fury onto the next man that came at me.

He tries to stab me with one of the silver knives, but I lean back, barely missing the tip of the blade, then quickly move behind him, dragging my claws down his back. Fight fire with fire is what they say, so as he cried out while falling to his knees, I pulled out one of their silver knives and stabbed into the top of his head. My claws were cutting into the skin of my wrists, but I didn’t care nor felt any pain. Snatching the knife from his skull, I kicked his body to the ground.

Not feeling satisfied by taking his life, I looked for my next victim. I found it when a woman who looked like a female bodybuilder stalked towards me.

“You think you’re a bad bitch, huh? One kill by our blade doesn’t make you that,” she taunts, pulling out two knives, going into a boxer’s stance.

Dropping the knife, I boldly wave at her to make sure she sees my claws. She tries to hide her apprehension by keeping that menacing look on her face, but from the slight tremble of her hands gives off she knows she’s just became aware that she’s bitten off more than she can chew.

She screams, running towards me. I miss her attempts to cut into my skin, using my claws to rip into her body. She under swipes that hit and drags her knife from the bottom of my right side to under my armpit. I hiss from the burning sensation. With my endorphins kicked in, I barely felt the pain. My damage to her body isn’t enough to have her tapping on death’s door, but enough to make her wonder if the last time she saw her loved ones would be last.

A wolf comes to her side. The woman puts on a cheeky smile. “You might have drawn blood, but I guarantee the next will be yours.”

“Not with me by her side,” Skia declares, showing up at the right time.

The woman and the wolf look at each other in disbelief before she asks, “Did that wolf just speak?”

“If you’re asking, then you heard her,” I reply before Skia and I pounce on them.

Silver knives or not, she nor the wolf stop the onslaught Skia, and I are giving them. Although I felt the numerous times her blade connected with my skin, it’s not enough to stop me from severing her head.

Standing with my trophy, Skia is still gnawing on the deceased wolf’s body. Shit, why would I stop her? From what I’ve seen, she’s done away with every adversary that she has come across and is fighting Fenrir’s followers at the entrance and here is only just the beginning. So, she’s allowed to have this moment.

Ballian joins her with the fur around his mouth covered in blood. Skia moves to the side to share with her mate.

From killing the wild woman, I’d consider it my first prize of the night, not counting the previous others because she was the first to challenge me. The others were like pre consolation prizes.

I look up as a warm hand rests on the small of my back. Braxton smiles down at me.

“You did good, baby.” He kisses my forehead.

I take in his encouragement “Thank you,” I respond.

“When this is all over with, we’re going to have a discussion about those fingernail claws of yours,” he chuckles.

“Or why your eyes are the same color as Ballian’s,” I throw back. “But we’ll have to put that on pause because we haven’t encountered any of Fenrir’s Ancients or Alpha’s which leads me to believe that they have moved onto daddy’s cabin.”

“I was thinking the same thing.” Braxton returns. “How far are we from your father’s cabin?”

“Just a five-minute run,” I replied.

Braxton glared at our men guarding Fenrir’s men. “Make sure neither one of them leave here breathing the same air as we do.”

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