Page 93 of A Highland Gargoyle's Lucky Star
Something snaps inside me and I let out roar that could rival a fully transformed dragon. The battlement shakes and even the Sluagh in the sky hesitate.
Nothing will appease me but their blood. Every single one of them must die. The boiling rage inside me demands no less.
I flow across the battlement with an unnatural grace and speed as I lay waste to my remaining foes until I’m the only one left standing.
Having seen Noah to safety, Braewyn returns to my side.
I spread my wings and rocket into the air with a battle cry that resounds across the night sky. “Guardians unite!”
As one, the DarkWing clan attacks the remaining Sluagh with renewed purpose.
Most target their wings, sending them crashing to the ground, while I go right for their heads.
I’m not nearly satisfied yet. My sword hasn’t tasted enough blood this night.
These vile, contemptible creatures tried to attack my mate. They hurt Noah.
And for that, they’ll pay.
Fire burns in my veins and a haze of red descends over my vision.
At the same time, a strange fog fills my mind, and all I know is death and destruction as I obliterate every Sluagh that gets in my way.
My skin hardens into its battle shell and my muscles swell beyond their normal size. I zip through the air, faster and more agile than ever before. As I slash and stab, bathing in the blood of my enemy, I make the rumbling warrior cry of our people.
Keep Noah safe,echoes in my mind, and I fight on.
All around me, my clan continues to battle, but I am focused on only one purpose—to destroy the Horde that dared enter our lands and hurt my mate.
I barely register the occasional slice of sharp talons against my skin. I feel no pain. My arms and chest are slick with blood, more of it belonging to my enemy than me, which pleases me greatly.
I am relentless.
Part of me wants to howl with laughter.
Vengeance is mine!
Time becomes strangely muted until I don’t know how long I’ve been fighting. It could be a minute, an hour, a week until my arms and legs are suddenly grabbed.
I struggle, a feral cry escaping from my gnashing teeth when my sword drops from my hand to clatter onto the battlement below.
Muffled words that I can’t quite make out filter through my mental fog.
A gasp is forced from me as my back slams against stone and my wings shudder from the impact.
No!
I cannot let the Sluagh kill me here. I must protect Noah and my clan till my dying breath. I renew my struggles, bucking my body and letting out another angry roar.
Then a familiar touch of a small, trembling hand lands on my cheek.
I freeze.
“Please, Elryk,” an equally familiar voice says, slicing through the haze.
The bloodlust calms slightly.
“Come back to me, my love,” the voice whispers. I blink furiously in an attempt to clear the red mist from my eyes.
