Page 51 of Midnight Rules
Iven sat there as though he were a deer in headlights. Other witches came out of the cornfield and the barn, waking him up to the fact they were at the beginning of a clusterfuck. He needed to get his shit together and figure out what to do.
“Fuck,” Kinnison whispered and opened the car door. “It’s Timeston’s entire coven.”
He stripped and shifted into his third form.
“You called Jones in the state police, right?” Jones lived in Fortune Falls. While he was human, his husband was a warlock.
“He’s bringing warlocks as backup.” There was a couple who worked for the police. But it was the federal investigators who would handle the case in the long run. Jones could say the right thing to the FBI to get the right investigators involved, who could take over a case involving witches.
“Warn him that the problem just got a lot bigger.”
“Got it. I’ll also call Morticia to help.” She headed the Fortune Falls coven. Having their help would save their lives.
“Let Riley know what’s happening here but tell him to stay with Marric.” Iven got out of the car. He watched as nine witches surrounded the dome. They were preparing to conjure up some sort of spell to take it down. “I won’t be able to hold the dome against so many.”
“Then we fight.”
“They’ll overtake us.”
“Let them try.” It was lofty words coming from Kinnison who could break someone in half while in his third form. Then there was Cass, who also had a third form and could take out several before they took him down. But that still left them with more than they could handle.
“We need a plan.”
“So let’s get one. The longer we talk about it, the less likely we are to live through it,” Kinnison said.
Cass came out of the car. “We have to hold them off for about twenty minutes.”
“We need them here faster than that.” Iven cursed.
“I hate to say this, but the only way is getting Riley here.” Cass was nothing if not a realist.
“No. Absolutely not.” Iven wanted Marric to be protected above anyone else. Riley was the best person for the job.
Kinnison growled and stepped closer to Iven as if threatening him. “So you won’t put your own son at risk by helping us while my son is dying. Am I getting that right?”
Iven stepped up, getting nose to nose with Kinnison. Or nose to Kinnison’s hairy wolfish chest. “My son can kill everyone here with just a thought.”
Cass nodded, agreeing with Iven. “He really can.”
The interruption didn’t deter Iven from making his point. “I want him with my mate because Riley can keep him safe better than anyone else.”
Kinnison took a step back. “There may be greater need for him here.”
Iven sighed and rubbed his forehead. “They were here before we pulled up, which means they knew we were coming. They were surveilling the property. They saw us leave. This compromises everyone on the farm.”
No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Cass’s phone rang. Since Iven made sure no one outside the dome could hear, Cass put it on speaker.
“There are wolves everywhere outside. We don’t know what to do.” Fear laced through every word Riley said.
Kinnison growled. “Who are they?”
“It’s the pack, Dad. Hubie is leading. He says they’ve taken over and that we need to give up gracefully,” Emery answered. She sounded much calmer than Riley.
“Under no circumstance are you to give up. Do you understand what I’m telling you, Emery?” Kinnison wanted her to fight.
Emery sucked in a breath. “Yes, alpha.”
“I can hold them off until you get here unless you want me to kill them,” Riley said. His voice shook.
