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They were so close to her. Their hisses and hum of energy made the air vibrate sickly.
Once, I would have killed Adalyn myself, putting her in place of the witch who had killed my brother. An eye for an eye, enemy hating enemy.
But now, I would stop at nothing to protect her. My fearless mate.
A demon moved closer. The remaining mass moved with it.
I could smell blood—humanblood. Adalyn bled red like anyone else, despite the magic in her veins.
I didn’t think twice.
A pounding in my head heightened to a scream—revenge, revenge, revenge. My mate washurt.
I shifted and roared into the night and launched into the store. Demons fell victim beneath my claws as I tore and bit my way through, my only thoughts on getting to Adalyn. Black blood sprayed over books, covered every inch of the floor, and splattered over the walls. They were a never-ending mass of darkness. Poison on the island. I tore out throats and killed and fought my way through. Claws pierced me, blades raked down my sides, and I knew venom would slowly start entering my bloodstream, but I couldn’t care about that.
Not until I saw the first sight of my mate, one hand holding her stomach, the other clutching a pendant. Her shield came from that pendant, and she raised it like a sword, making her way towards me.
I leaped for her, and her relieved smile was the only thing I cared about.
A demon sank its claws into my hind leg.
I let out a thunderous noise of pain into the night, and Adalyn screamed my name.
Get to your mate, get to your mate.
In the distance, more wolves howled in response, and I knew my backup was on its way.
My vision was going spotty, but then her hand reached out, pressed to my fur, and I was enveloped in her shield. A cocoon of protection as I turned back to the mass, getting Adalyn behind me.
And then I didn’t stop until I had torn every last demon to shreds.
Chapter 23 - Adalyn
The demons battered at my shield. My body swayed, weakened, as I fought to maintain my grip on it. My shield was a glimmering silver, a bubble of protection around me—and then around Zephyr when he got close enough.
I gasped at the energy it drained me off and the strength of protecting another person, but I made sure every part of Zephyr was touched. It didn’t occur to me to ever do anything but keep him as safe as he wanted to keep me. The demons tried to pierce the shield, but my magic was strong, heightened by a week infused with the sanctuary’s energy, and the pendant I held.
It was my grandmother’s, kept for the utmost important reasons of safety and survival. She told me it was inherited from one of the original Lindell witches, infused with our bloodline's original, raw power.
It poured out from the pendant, a large amethyst crystal inlaid into silver, hanging on a chain. My own magic pulsed through the necklace, enhancing it. The shield pulsed and grew, creating a force field as Zephyr fought the demons.
I risked the extra magic expenditure on firing a few blasts at near ones coming up on his blind side as he fought another demon. Zephyr gave me a warning growl, but I only glared at him in response. I would not be the simpering girl who stood behind him. I would protect him with my magic, but I could fight somewhat.
I did what I could against any surprise attacks he didn’t see coming. Demons screeched as they were flung back, shattering through more broken glass windows and crashing into bookshelves.
I couldn’t think about the ruin of my Emporium now.
Holding the pendant, I pressed close to Zephyr. His movements were slowing down, going lazier and heavier, and only then did I see black poison leaking out, dampening his fur. In the distance, I heard more wolves howling, and I could only hope they made it in time.
My vision swam with black spots as the shield continued to drain my magic against such relentless creatures. The mass was never-ending, as if every time Zephyr tore them apart, more came back. Blue flashes lit up the store as more portals opened and demons poured in. I put another wave of waning strength into the shield, and gasped, stumbling on my feet. I gripped the counter where I had sat so many times, bored, watching the clock, steadying myself.
The shield slipped off Zephyr, and a demon slipped a blade into him. Zephyr roared in pain, flinging the demon off, barreling it into a group of other creatures.
I rushed to fix up the hole in the shield, but I couldn’t. My vision was black. I couldn’t feel the counter beneath my hands anymore. My body felt so heavy.
I had the feeling of falling.
“Zeph… Zephyr.” I felt like I was talking loudly, but the sound only came out in a mumble. I tried to reach for him as the room spun. I felt sick to my stomach. Zephyr turned to look at me, his wolf form blocking me from view.
