Page 92 of Witches Be Damned

“Dad!” Supergal’s powers clapped out in a wave that spread through the tunnel and hit the Lycan menacing over him.

The werewolf splattered into a bloody mess over her father, the wall, and ground. Loco stumbled to his feet and took care of a beast biting Serena’s shoulder, vaporizing it. Pascal buffeted away a looming threat with Veil power and one raked a claw down his back. He grunted and went down on all fours.

The Lycan was about to make mincemeat of his spine when Supergal broke free of us.

“Pascal!” Supergal took off into a run that neither of us could stop. Amber light detonated in a blinding explosion.

I stumbled into Knoxe, who grabbed me by the arm. When my eyes cleared of the daze, I caught him. Electrical current sparked between his fingers in a display of retribution.

“Are you sure?” I asked. “You haven’t had the opportunity to test out the extent of his new powers yet.”

“I’m sure.” Knoxe released a current that zigzagged through the air and hit its target, lighting up the skeleton of the beast. Howls of pain echoed in the tunnel as his target went down. “Everybody get down!” he shouted.

They didn’t hear him over the din.

“Fuck, this better work.” Knoxe lowered himself to the ground by the side of the Lycan, running his current through its body.

Palm level with the ground, he discharged energy that illuminated the minerals in the tunnel’s soil, turning it into a miniature galaxy of winking sand grains. Veins of electricity crawled all over the bodies of the Lycans, striking their chests, making them convulse and drop as if incapacitated.

“My powers read the exact electrical charge of their heart and overloaded it, sending them into cardiac arrest.” Knoxe tugged me forward.

“Fucking A!” I thumped his shoulders.

Not a bad superpower.

“Help me get everyone back to the Guardians,” he ordered.

Feet away, Supergal crouched beside Pascal, hands pressed to his wounded abdomen and back, tawny light sealing the bleeding. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, White Lightning.”

My knees protested as I squatted beside her. “You’re my Supergal.”

She flicked me a grim smile. “Can you stand?” she asked Pascal.

“I think so,” he rasped, his face twisted in pain.

I wobbled as I climbed with him and gave him a shoulder to lean on.

“Help them, Songbird.” Pascal ticked his chin, motioning for her to take care of the others.

She kissed him short and sweet and moved away to her father. Damn, Loco was in worse shape, a nasty slash across his face, his ear hanging at an odd angle. Looked like he might earn a matching scar across his face to the one the gangs gave him.

“What have I told you about getting in fights, Dad?!” she semi-teased as she bent down next to him.

“Can’t help myself, kiddo.” His bloody smile stained his teeth, warranting him the psycho persona we assigned him.

She sniffled and tears trickled along her dusty face as she repeated the same trick on him. Tissue on his ear regenerated, and his ear lifted back into place. The bleeding stemmed. Flesh on his face sealed over.

“Thanks, kiddo.” He cupped her cheek, staining her with blood.

She squeezed him back. “You good to get up and leave?”

“Should be.” He used her shoulder for support in standing.

“Back in a moment.” She went to take care of Serena, when more unearthly snarls and warring sounds came from further down the tunnel.

Apricot characters flashed in her eyes, and they widened with terror. Using her magick drained some of the vividness and potency.

“Raze!” Supergal scrunched her hand, glancing between her leader and possibly her mate in trouble.

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