Page 9 of Cosmic Power

Luther’s eyes darkened. “I told you, she didn’t leave. She was taken, along with Roman.”

Margaret frowned. The compulsion that laid deep in her mind was still making it difficult for her to distinguish which memories were real and which ones were planted. “Right. Kidnapped.” Her eyes took in Maddox’s limp form. “At the rate you’re going, if we don’t find her soon, you’ll have no guards left by the end of the week.”

A growl rumbled from his chest and Margaret took a step back. Her head darted right abruptly. “Huh? What was that, Sarah? Oh yes, coming!” She blurred away without uttering another word and Luther rolled his eyes.

He could hear the humans snoring upstairs, fast asleep. She was just trying to get away from him.

“Ow! What the fuck?!” Darius cursed loudly from the front of the house and Luther only had half a millisecond to adjust before Void came barrelling into the room, brandishing the power of his werewolf like a protective shield.

His body trembled with fury, every muscle primed and ready for action. “Where the fuck is she?!” Void snarled, breathing heavily. His nostrils flared, his eyes blazed gold and his skin morphed into the thick brown fur of his werewolf. “Zamorra!Zamorra! Where are you?!” he screamed frantically, looking around the room.

Luther sighed in annoyance. He pulled out a demon blade from behind his back and plunged it into Maddox’s forehead, embedding it deep into the wall behind him.

Maddox howled and his eyes widened, true terror flashing on his face moments before his entire body slackened and he slipped into unconsciousness.

Luther took a step back. “Stay,” he grunted, pointing a finger. Not that he was really expecting him to go anywhere. Until that knife was removed from his brain, he was as good as dead.

There were only two ways to truly end a vampire's eternal life; beheading or with fire. This would just keep him out for the count for a while.

Luther sensed Void move and he spun, catching a fist coming straight for his head. “I see your manners haven’t improved in the slightest,” he said, shaking his head slightly.

“Cut the fucking shit. Where is she?!” Void growled. “You think you can just take her and run? Not my family. Not my fucking niece.”

Void lashed out with his free hand, trying to rake his claws across Luther’s face, but he sensed the attack and dodged it easily. He was forced to release his hold on Void’s hand to avoid getting struck. Void took the opportunity to go on the offensive, striking out hard with his powerful legs.

Unfortunately for Void, Luther was in aterriblemood and he wasn’t going to play games.

Luther gripped Void’s leg before it connected with his head and twisted sharply, bringing his forearm down and smashing it into the back of his knee.

Something snapped, the sound rippling through the air. Luther wasn’t sure if it was Void’s knee or leg. It didn’t matter. Either one made him smile.

Void crumbled like a piece of paper and hit the ground hard, a pained cry leaving his lips. Luther planted his foot in the centre of Void’s back and shoved him back down when he tried to get up.

Electricity sizzled in the air. Luther sensed the ancient power emitting from Void and managed to step back seconds before a light brown werewolf exploded from his body, its roar so loud it shook the ground beneath their feet.

Luther blew out a harsh breath as he watched the werewolf crouch in front of him, its eyes blazing gold and full of fury. This was what he was trying to avoid. Werewolves were a particularly hard species to reason with, mainly due to the burning desire to fight that ran right through to the core of their very being.

The werewolf prowled forward, his claws click-clacking against the hardwood floor as he honed in on Luther. His upper lip curled back and a deep snarl ripped from his mouth.

Luther remained still as stone, his feet shoulder width apart and body poised tight, ready for battle. He was not scared, even though the werewolf was several inches taller and much larger than himself. Luther was stronger.

He had to be careful, however. Killing Zamorra’s uncle would most likely result in her hating him for the rest of her life. That thought did not sit well with him.

The werewolf lunged for Luther’s throat but with Luther’s superior vampire speed, he was able to dodge it easily, appearing at his back in a blur. Luther delivered a solid side kick to the werewolf’s back, sending him flying across the room.

Before he smashed into the wall, the werewolf flipped and kicked off of it, sailing back towards Luther with his claws outstretched and growling with ferocity.

Luther braced and kicked high, connecting hard with the werewolf’s ribs. He howled in pain and crashed to the floor. Luther didn’t hesitate. He blurred over to his side, straddled his powerful body, rammed a clawed hand into his back and gripped his beating heart in his palm, wrapping his fingers tightly around the organ.

“Move and you die,” Luther snarled. He could feel thethump, thump, thumpof the beating heart in his hand, feel the blood pumping through the ventricles. “Now listen, and listen well. I literally hold your life in the palm of my hand. One wrong move and you’re gone. You so much as growl at me and I’ll rip your heart from your chest and eat it, like I warned you I’d do the first night we met. Do I make myself clear?”

The body beneath him trembled and the giant brown werewolf shimmered out of existence, leaving behind a naked and very pissed off Void in his place.

A mixture of blood and sweat dripped down Void’s bare back, his breathing laboured and full of pain as he grunted, “Crystal” through clenched teeth. He turned his head so his cheek smashed against the floor and flicked his brown eyes up to look at Luther.

“Now get your hand out of my fucking body.”

“Are you going to act appropriately?”

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