Page 111 of A Luna's Dynasty
Abaas leaned against a tree, his eyes never leaving Lita. He looked almost proud.
She knew she couldn’t keep this up. The blood loss, the fatigue—it was catching up. She could feel the world narrowing, theedges of her vision going black. She needed help. She needed Seraphina.
She called, not with words, but with the last shreds of her soul.
The answer was instant.
Fire exploded from her, a corona of blue-white light that incinerated everything it touched. The demon wolves vanished, turned to ash in a heartbeat. The flames raged, hungry and alive, until only Lita and Caspian were left standing in a scorched circle.
Abaas stood at the edge, untouched, eyes wide with delight. “Magnificent,” he breathed. “Absolutely magnificent.”
Lita staggered, barely able to hold her form. Caspian collapsed beside her, whimpering.
Abaas stepped forward. “You really are amazing.”
Lita bared her fangs, but she was spent. She tried to lunge at him, but her legs gave out and she fell, shifting back to her human form as she hit the ground.
Abaas knelt beside her, lifting her chin. “You’ll see. In time, you’ll understand. We were made for each other.”
He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “I really do admire your spirit. You’re a true princess. But if you keep this up, there won’t be any left for me to play with.” Caspian growled and Abaas clicked his tongue. “I’ve had enough of you.”
Demon wolves poured in from the forest, growling and slobbering, their gazes fixed on Caspian. Lita had nothing left. She needed a miracle. She needed help.
Then the sound of paws, the real, blessed sound of Asher, tearing through the woods. He crashed into the clearing, fur bristling, eyes wild. Abaas faced him smugly, ready to fight him. But then the sound of branches breaking cracked through the air. Grayson’s massive bear toppled over whole trees as he made his way to them. He let out a roar, announcing his presence.
“Dammit … not the guardian. I’ll be back for you, princess.” Abaas swiftly shifted, sprinting away as Grayson broke into the clearing. He was like a bowling ball, crashing into the puny pins of demon wolves. He made short work of them as Asher ran to Lita.
His eyes were wild, his body already shifting between man and wolf. He dropped to his knees beside Lita, gathering her up in his arms.
“Lita,” he choked, “Lita, please.”
She managed a smile but then worry flickered over her face. “Caspian.”
Caspian limped over, collapsing at their feet. Asher hugged them both, tears running down his face.
Asher pulled her close, burying his face in her hair. “I thought I’d lost you.”
She smiled, tears trickling down her cheeks. “You never will.”
“You’re hurt. Casp—” Asher watched as Grayson came over, staying in his bear form. He had finished off the demon wolves that hadn’t run away.
“How was the fight with the rogues? How is everyone else?” Lita asked quietly, making sure everyone else was okay, too.
“They’ve been taken care of. You and Caspian are in worse shape than everyone else. Of course, no one else was dealing with several dozen wolves at once.” Asher trembled. “Why were you even out here?”
The flood gates opened and emotions surged into him, as if they were suppressed before. He knew everything that had happened. Everything about what Felicia did and the things Abaas said to Lita. His muscles tensed as pure fury rose inside of him.
Grayson shifted and lifted Caspian. “We need to get them to the infirmary. Now.” He eyed Lita and glanced at Caspian with worry. Asher lifted Lita in his arms and the two raced to theinfirmary. Caden was waiting for them, holding shorts for the men to put on.
“How bad are they?” Caden asked as he followed them to the tables.
“I don’t know. Gods, I don’t know.” Asher laid Lita on the table, pulling a cloth over her.
Caden threw a pair of shorts over at Grayson. “Here, cover your grizzly.” He was trying to lighten the situation, but it wasn’t working.
“Lita … LITA?!” Asher yelled, realizing she was unconscious.
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