Page 107 of Brutal Alpha Beast
It must be Willow’s heart. It’s the source, the thing we have to destroy.
Without second-guessing, I begin to weave a spell, one that will shatter it to pieces, but then the heartbeat stops for a split second.
Then, an explosion.
Ellis and I are sent flying backward as the heart and everything surrounding it is swept up into flames.
The sound of the explosion still echoes in my ears.
“Danielle!” He yells, rushing toward me. “You need to get out of here.”
The others have caught up with us—the witches are shooting spells at the flames, the shifters are in their wolf forms, running around the fire as they try to find a way through.
“I’m not leaving,” I say. “Wehave to do this.”
From my hands, I expel water onto the flames.
“Try to cool it off!” I yell to my sisters, “We need to get into the middle of the heart!”
The witches follow my lead, shooting water onto the fire, and I see a path forming through the flames.
But just as I’m about to go, I notice something familiar. There’s a shift in the air, an unnatural, chilling breeze.
My stomach drops.
There above the flames, forming one by one from the smoke, are those monsters. They’re screeching, a deafening sound as they plummet from the shadows.
I try to cast the spell I’ve practiced, but they aim for the wolves first.
“Wait!” I yell.
But they don’t hear me.
Their howls echo through the night as they leap forward at the beasts, jaws open, tackling and charging from all sides through the air.
Then, everything erupts into chaos.
Spells zap through the night like shooting stars. Wolves are colliding with shadow monsters, bumping and crashing onto the floor.
“Lead them away!” Ellis commands.
The wolves run, and some shadow monsters follow, but some stay.
They dip in and out of the fire, coaxing the witches toward them. I aim more water at the fire, and shoot at the monsters in my path. But there’s no use; they keep multiplying.
My witches are outnumbered.
To my right, just as a monster is about to engulf one of my sisters, Ellis leaps, grabbing hold of one of them and throwing them through the air.
Mid-air, I fire my glow until it shatters and cracks.
“We need to get through the fire!” Ellis yells.
I try to hurl more water, but a shadow monster swoops in and pushes me out of the way. It’s on top of me, hollow eyes staring into my soul as its monstrous jaws spread open.
Then Ellis grabs it and throws it into the fire, where it's zapped by a magical glow. Ellis helps me up.
“We’re not going to be able to defeat them.” He says. “Can the witches help us through?”
