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“Holy shit!” Ruben calls. “He’s going to blow the shield! Everyone get back!”

“Pass me the obsidian!” the feline king booms. He doesn’t wait for the serpent generals to pass it to him, he just zips it from their hands via telekinesis.

Everything seems to happen in slow motion.

The electrified dragon protection between the two parties stutters in one last effort to remain stable before dissipating like smoke into nothing.

But they don’t know that obsidian doesn’t work on Lyle.

The feline king throws the obsidian chains onto the massive lion, but they slide right off him, as he leaps not for Frank Ulman, but Mace Naga.

Shots are fired.

Right. For. My. mate.

Rage thrums inside my veins with explosive force.

That gaping maw of ancient, primitive darkness, that has always beckoned to me, opens at my centre.

And I gladly fall into it.

With vicious, savage power, I erupt.

My anima roars and I become not a human woman, but only a Boneweaver regina saving her mate. Only speed and canines and pure, bloodthirsty vengeance hellbent on a singular, lethal purpose.

My eagle’s body shifts with explosive force inside Titus’ mouth. Bone cracks and something falls beneath me but I don’t care. Titus stumbles back and I am free.

In my fastest form, it takes only three strides to reach peak speed. The fastest land animal on earth.

I’m down the driveway in seconds.

There are screams and shouts, but I don’t hear any of it. I only hear the roar of my mate. I only hear the vicious call of death.

Chapter 76

Savage

Bloodlust sings through my veins in an old, sacred song, but my mind quickly turns into confusion as shots ring out through the air.

My lion brother crashes to the ground as combined feline and dragon magic shoves his attack away. The obsidian chains and the bullets in his chest and side, of course, do nothing.

Scythe and I, protected by his psychic shields, charge after her, wanting to find our mark, wanting to rip the cobra’s head off his shoulders for what he did to our queen.

The feline king moves his hands, but it has no effect on us thanks to my shark-brother.

Then a power like I’ve never known comes battering towards us like a herd of raging, screaming rhinoceros.

I whip around only to see the blur of golden power that is my regina, passing us at break-neck speed through the sunset.

Like some ancient, wild Boneweaver queen,my reginahas taken her cheetah form.

“Shoot!” the serpent king roars.

Bullets spray from five automatic guns. Aimed right at my regina and the path she is making towards our enemy.

Fury tears through me, red hot like fire but desperate.“No!”I cry.

But dying to protect my regina is the only way for me to leave this world with my head held high.

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