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Did it have something to do with the collars around their necks? Was it somehow controlling them? And what about their human side? If they were suppressed the entire time, they must be going nuts. Screaming for freedom. The creature wasn’t meant to have permanent control like that. The longer the creature had supremacy, the more difficult for the human side to retake control.

Zamorra tried to tug her hand out of Luther’s grasp so they were both free to defend themselves against the fight that was about to break out; Luther tightened his fingers to the point of pain, refusing to let her go.

“Move away from the prisoner,” Faxon ordered.

The hilt of a weapon hit the palm of her free hand behind her back—Void passing her a dagger—and she gripped it tight.

“I can’t do that.” Luther planted his feet and squared his shoulders, staring Faxon down without an ounce of fear, despite the horrible odds stacked against them. He aimed his sword towards the gold-armoured fae.

The air thickened with tension. It built and built until it felt as though it was going to smother her, like a pillow being smashed in her face, taking her breath away. She ran her eyes over her surroundings, taking note of all the warriors and shifters. Without the power of her werewolf, she was weak in comparison. But she would fight and she would fighthard.

She felt Luther tense and she shifted her feet, preparing to strike.

A silver-armoured fae blinked in front of them in a whoosh. She only had a moment to gasp before he placed one hand on Luther, the other on Void, and teleported them away.

They appeared in a wide open field, surrounded by luscious green grass and rounding hills. It took a second for her brain to catch up with her body. She blinked, trying to get a grip on her reality.

Luther flicked his wrist, the tip of his sword hitting the silver-armoured fae at the base of his throat. “Lex?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

The fae nodded, slowly putting his hands up in surrender.

Another fae—this one in bronze armour—stepped out from behind a tall tree and Zamorra reacted, raising her arm to throw the dagger in her hand to take him out before he could teleport away with their location.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Void latched onto her arm, holding her still. “Calm down, he’s with us.” He nodded to the fae. “Justin.”

“You guys good?” he asked, marching towards them.

Void nodded. “Yeah.” He looked at Lex. “Thanks for the rescue back there. We were in a pretty tight spot.”

“I’ll say,” Lex replied. His eyes swung to Luther. “Care to put the weapon down? It’s making me twitchy.”

Luther slowly lowered his sword. “Did you gather the required information?”

An uneasy look crossed his face. “Yes. And to put it mildly, we’re fucked.”

ChapterTwenty-Five

Zamorra held her hands out in front of the fire, basking in the warmth it provided, trying to process everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours. Now that her life wasn’t in mortal danger (for the time being anyway), she was able to take the time to really think about the situation she was in, where she was and the beings who brought her here.

The fae.

They were unlike anything she’d ever seen before. Anything she’d ever come across. Anything she’d ever heard of. The amount of power they possessed—not to mention that neat little telekinesis trick—put them high up on the food chain.

Very high up.

Add in the fact they were soulless beings, (if the Gold King was to be believed), with zero empathy and not a shred of compassion, and it meant they were without a doubt the most ruthless, evil creatures in existence.

How was it they’d never heard of them before? Not even a whisper of their presence in the universe? Why did their Ancestors, the OGs, not warn any of them about the danger they posed?

A cold gust of wind ruffled her hair and she shivered, rubbing her hands together to try and generate more warmth. After they’d teleported away from the castle, it’d taken them hours to find a safe and secluded place to hunker down for the night. The second the two hot, beaming suns had set, the temperatures plummeted considerably. It had gone from hot and sticky to cold and chilly quicker than she could blink. It was jarring to her whole system.

They eventually found cover in a dark and hollow cave, deep in the mountainside. Justin was first on watch, guarding the entry while Zamorra and Void sat around the fire staring into the flames, lost in thought.

Luther and Lex stood a few feet away, heads bent and deep in conversation. Based on their body language, the way tension riddled their bodies, Zamorra bet it wasn’t a pleasant talk. Whatever they were discussing was serious and it made Luther uneasy.

Every few seconds his eyes would drift to her, as if making sure she was still there, that she hadn’t gone anywhere. She still couldn’t believe the lengths he’d gone to, to get her back. How he travelled throughout the stars to save her. She wasn’t sure how she could ever repay him.

With a subtle nudge, Void got her attention, her head turning to face him. “How you doin’? You okay?” he asked, his face etched with worry.

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