Page 446 of Flirting with Darkness

Nico nodded. “We need to find out if he’s working alone or not. The way he phrased things makes me worry there’s a group of them.”

“Oh, thereisa group of us,” a stranger said behind us.

Emrys whipped around me, his body shifting as he moved, and within a few seconds, the newcomer was pinned on the ground by Emrys’s dragon foot.

The man looked to be in his mid-forties with some gray speckled along his temples.

Two more people ran into the park, shoving past the bystanders, and attacked Rhys and Fox.

Nico joined their fight, making it a three-on-three battle.

“Who are you people and what do you want?” I asked the one Emrys had pinned.

“You poor thing. They’ve brainwashed you. Let us help your child. Let us help you,” he crooned. His voice was soft, sympathetic, and tears lined my eyes.

Yes, Iwasbrainwashed and in need of help!

“Jolie!” Rhys yelled.

I snapped back to reality, but it was too late, a sword cut into Emrys’s shoulder, right next to me.

He roared in pain and moved away, letting the other man up.

Was that siren powers he’d used?

Shaking my head to clear it fully, I snarled.

“Wolf den!” the first man yelled.

“Thank you,” the newest man said, pressed fingers to his head, and disappeared.

“No!” I screamed, changed into my dragon form, and flew to the werewolf den, landing on top of Dan’s house. I ran straight into the living room.

The furniture was destroyed, the front door opened, and the windows shattered.

I ran outside and gasped as I found Dan on his knees, chains wrapped around his arms and throat. Shocked I hadn’t seen the scene as I’d flown here, which suggested illusionary spells, but that would be something to consider for another time.

Right now, I couldn’t lose Dan.

There were dozens of werewolves fighting amongst each other, so many enemies that it was hard to see our members.

Thor fought a group of five werewolves alone, his hammer swinging and lightning zapping them, but still they stood strong.

In the center of the chaos, Tamara hunched beside Dan, clutching Caleb to her chest.

I watched as a wolf raised its paw to strike her and darkness I rarely ever felt filled me, howling for death, for their destruction. They all needed todie.

Taking on my ultimate form, I roared my rage, and flew to the werewolf attacking the children. I grabbed his throat and roasted his face with flames, melting down to the bone before I tossed his dead body away.

“Aunty!” Tamara cried.

“Momma!” Caleb whimpered.

I grabbed the chains on Dan’s throat and pulled them apart. The ones around his arms disappeared as I broke the ones on his throat.

He fell to his hands, coughing as he got air into his lungs finally.

“You are troublesome,” the man behind me growled. “Just give us—”

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