Page 93 of Mating at Midnight: Book 1

I couldn’t get my words out as Ballian and Skia leap in front of us, simultaneously howling.

Cowards as they are, the rest of Fenrir’s men and wolves try to hightail towards the exit, but the remaining guards stop them.

My head strong mate took over, throwing out orders to the guards, “Dakota, send two men to get pickups. We’ll use one for our fallen members and the other for the trash. Take their bodies deep into the woods and burn them. The Sheriff knows we like to build large bonfires, but just in case he shows up, Lenny, I want you at the entrance with another guard. Tell him we’re having another birthday celebration. Disarm those assholes of any weapons.”

“Yes, ma’am” they responded.

Dakota sent two guards off to retrieve the trucks while the others shook down Fenrir’s people. Leave it for one of them to try and be an asshole. He talked shit, trying to stop the guards from removing his weapons but his demeanor changed when Ballian smoothly walked over to him, baring his sharp teeth with a growl. The man pissed his pants and immediately started throwing his weapons on the ground. Obviously, he cared more about his life than for it to be ended by following his God. Little did he know with or without his compliance, he was still dealt the same death card as the others.

We might not have had the silver bladed knives, but Alpha Lightfeather had the guards equipped with iron and silver laced collars. With protective gloves, Dakota, Lenny, and the remaining guards placed them on the enemies’ wrists. They hissed, gave out low growls as the metal touched their skin.

After the collars were applied, I was impressed when Dakota, Lenny, and the other guards appeared holding chain linked collars in their gloves.

Nyah elbowed me in the side saying, “We usually use the iron and silver mixture collars for wolves that are out of control.”

Fenrir’s followers tried to hold onto their bravado but once the iron infused silver collars hit their skin, they cried out for forgiveness and mercy. We ignored their pleas, strategizing on how to attack our enemy once we reached the cabin.

When the men came back with the trucks, the guards began separating our Pack members from Fenrir’s minions. When they loaded the last bodies of our member, Nyah and I jumped on the back. For some reason Ballian thought he could do the same but when the back of the truck lowered with sounds of the suspension straining, he quickly jumped off.

“Skia and I will follow you,” he said as I laughed.

“I bet you will,” I smirked.

“Whatever,” Ballian returns. “Don’t let the size fool you.”

Nyah and I tried to contain our laughter as he hopped off the truck and tapped the side of the truck with his oversized paw. “Let’s go.”

Chapter 50

Nyah

Being that this is the first war I have ever been in, I should’ve been scared shitless but I’m not. My adrenaline is at an all-time high to kill as many of Fenrir’s followers as possible. Is this how Skia felt during what Braxton and Ballian called her bloodlust episodes?

“It is,”she says in my head, sprinting alongside the truck, nodding her head.

“Skia you growled at Braxton in the conference room. I don’t want to get so far gone that I do the same thing to him,”I mentally tell her.

She snorted.“You won’t. As you can see, I haven’t done that since Ballian arrived. Our mates are the ones who can keep us grounded. While we may crave the feeling of bloodlust, we would never turn that on them.”

“But, Skia you did towards Braxton,”I point out.

“Yes, but in all actuality, Braxton is your mate not mine and by me being your destined wolf I still wouldn’t have harmed him.”She laughs.“Did you not see the way I left your ass the two times Ballian spoke through him? I didn’t know what my destined wolf looked or sounded like, but once I heard Ballian’s voice, I knew not to push his buttons. I may be his mate, but he was hand chosen by the Gods to be Braxton’s destined wolf. If I would have attacked Braxton, then Ballian would have inflicted harm upon me, and I definitely didn’t want that, at least not in that way because the way he stretched my body out to accommodate...”

“TMI, Skia,” I roared.

A laughter filled tone rumble leaves her.“I’m sorry, Nyah but have you seen my mate?”

“I have,”replying, looking into the forest.

Skia looks at me, ready to add to our conversation but is halted when screams come from the road to the right of us. Braxton and I jump off the truck.

I go to the front driver’s side, instructing Dakota, “Get our fallen to my father’s cabin. Run over anyone who gets in your way that is not a part of our Pack.

“Ye, ma’am,” he responds before shifting the truck into high gear.

As the truck gradually disappears, Ballian turns to Braxton. Something passes through them telepathically as their chest begins to rumble. Skia and I side-eye each other. I try to break into Braxton’s thoughts but is hit with silence.

If I weren’t here to witness it, I would have disclaimed any recounts of what I witnessed.

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