Page 60 of Alpha Power

"Something to say, you dirty shifter?" Leilani asked, narrowing her eyes.

The fact that Luther was standing in front of her prohibited her ability to look at Leilani directly. Zamorra smiled and placed her hands on Luther's waist. With a little bit of force, she pushed him to the side. He tensed briefly before he allowed her to guide him away.

Leilani's eyes snapped to her fingers curled into Luther's jacket, blazing red in anger. Her lips curved up into a snarl as a low hiss escaped her lips.

"You think it'll be that easy to snap my neck?" Zamorra asked, arching an eyebrow. Silver bled into her blue eyes, her werewolf showing a glimpse of herself beneath her skin.

"You're a child compared to me," Leilani growled, her claws slowly extending from her fingertips. "Even shifted, you're nothing more than a bug beneath my expensive Armani heels. Shall I prove it to you?"

Navi's tiny fists beat against the soundproofing field, her magic bursting from within her as she tried to find a way through. She darted left to right, up and down, green pixie dust trailing behind her as she zoomed back and forth.

Zamorra stepped forward, prepared to fight the blonde, too attractive for her own good, bitchy looking vampire. But Luther stopped her. He cupped the back of her neck and squeezed lightly.

Her werewolf growled in annoyance at having been halted, the sound rumbling from the centre of her chest. He kept his grip firm, drawing small circles into the crook of her neck with his thumb. The small gesture helped to soothe the anger inside both her and her werewolf.

He gave Leilani a menacing glare. "Zvetari might not care about the life of a shifter." He picked up Zamorra's wrist and turned it so the letters burned into her skin faced outwards. "But we both know he'll care about a servant of my House."

Leilani stilled. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees as her red eyes locked onto the brand. "You didn't," she breathed in shock.

Luther smiled broadly. "I did." He placed both hands on Zamorra's shoulders and steered her out of the soundproofing field, Navi zooming to her side instantly.

Zamorra couldn't help but chuckle at the look of disbelief on Leilani's face as they made their escape.

Luther kept his grip firmly on her as he led her back through the house and straight out the front door. Once they got outside, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, as if he needed to centre himself. He was tense and angry, his face hard as he glared back at DeVos with unbelievable menace.

"So, who was that?" She asked, trying to assess his mood. She knew he was mad, that much was painfully obvious. But what wasn't obvious, was why?

"No one," Luther grumbled. He inclined his head to the SUV parked on the street. "Let's go."

"Don't do that," she hissed. "Don't deflect my questions again. We're past that stage."

"We're past whatever I say we're past," he snapped, grabbing her arm. "Get in the car."

Luther pushed her forward and she tripped, slamming into the passenger side door. Her elbow cracked into the window and shattered the glass. Pain flared up her arm and she winced, blood dripping down to the ground.

"What the fuck?!" she cursed, turning to face him.

Regret washed over him as the scent of her blood reached his nose. His brows lowered into a frown. "I didn't mean-omf." A large muscular body slammed into him with the force of a freight train, tackling him to the ground.

"Luther!"

"Run, Zamorra! Get out of here! Now!"

It took her a moment to realise that it wasn't Luther calling out to her, but her uncle. "Uncle Void?" She frowned, confused.

What the hell was he doing here?

Did you really expect him to leave you alone? Even if Void wanted to, his werewolf would never allow it.

Void's attack on Luther pushed them onto the road. The humans driving past and walking on the street couldn't see a thing, the Glamour spells lacing the air around them were shielding them from their sight.

Void crouched over Luther, his hand in the air and curled into a fist ready to strike.

In a move too fast to track, Luther spun and knocked Void off his back. One minute he was lying face up on the ground, the next he had Void pinned with a hand to the back of his neck, Void's face smushed into the shattered concrete.

"What the fu-" Void cursed in confusion.

Luther pressed a knee into the centre of Void's back, gripped an arm in each hand and pulled back sharply, making Void grunt in pain. "I should snap them off," Luther growled, his teeth clenched.

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