Page 96 of Cosmic Power

With vampire speed, Luther blurred them behind one of the fae warriors who was busy trying to get through the red and black fire protecting Justin. Zamorra attacked before the creature noticed. She kicked out swiftly at the back of his leg, making him buckle and drop to his knees. With a precise, deadly swipe, Luther cut his head off.

Reflexively, she called on the power of her werewolf and inwardly cursed when nothing happened. She was getting seriously sick of this shit.

Luther blurred them again to the other side of the circle, lashing out at another fae warrior trying to get to the dark mage. Dozens of fae pushed against the fire circle, barely giving two shits about them or Void or Lex. Their primary focus was Justin. Their arms burned as they stuck their limbs through the red and black flames, their flesh sizzling; they continued, ignoring the pain as they attempted to get their hands on Justin.

Zamorra tried to stab one of the warriors in the heart and her dagger bent, the metal groaning.

What the fuck is that shit made out of?

She tossed it to the side and ripped out the sword on Luther’s back as he killed another fae, its head rolling along the grass.

Alright, head shot it is.She hacked into the fae around her, swinging the sword with what she was sure were very uncoordinated movements. Her father trained her with knives and daggers, not bloody swords.

It amazed her that the fae weren’t trying to defend themselves. All they cared about was getting to Justin, even if that meant leaving themselves vulnerable to an attack from behind (which was what was happening).

Void’s werewolf tackled one of the fae to the ground and ripped his head off with his sharp teeth, blood staining his light brown fur. Lex’s tail whipped out and wrapped around one of the fae’s necks, slamming him to the ground. He drove his sword in between its eyes and into the ground.

The Gold King and Faxon still stood in front of the portal, their purple eyes watching the carnage before them. Why were they just standing there? Why weren’t they coming to help?

The fae finally decided to fight back. One second they were in front of her, then the next they were behind her. She spun, barely managing to bring her sword up in time to block before she was struck. One of the fae blinked away and reappeared on her right side, swinging his sword towards her head. It happened so quickly she didn’t see it coming. She was too slow to defend herself. Sparks rained as another sword clashed with it, blocking the attack—one that wasn’t hers. She blinked in shock, momentarily frozen. The sharp edge of the sword was so close to her face she could almost feel it. Her eyes flicked to her saviour. Luther.

He shoved forward, forcing the fae away from her and swivelled, light as a feather on his feet as he blocked an attack from behind, his sword colliding with another. Zamorra snapped back into fight mode. She jumped right while Luther spun left, striking out with her sword. She hit nothing but air. The fae had blinked away.

Frustration boiled inside her. They were just too damn fast for her. She couldn’t do it without her werewolf’s power, her reflexes. On her own she was fucking useless.

Enough was enough.

Void’s werewolf ran past her on all fours, snapping his teeth at the fae and slashing his claws down that pristine silver armour they wore. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly. Gold eyes snapped to her and he came barrelling towards her, knocking down those who didn’t get the fuck out of his way.

He skidded to a stop before her and stood to his full nine-foot height, chest heaving and covered head to toe in blood. She pointed to the collar around her neck and Void’s werewolf snarled angrily in understanding. He gripped it tightly and tore it from her body, shattering the metal into pieces.

Power flooded her body so quickly she screamed at the sheer force of it. The familiar ancient magic slammed into her with such ferocity she could barely breathe. Her werewolf ripped to the surface, shredding through Zamorra’s body to finally be released.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Kill. Kill. Kill.

A rage unlike anything she’d ever felt before blasted through her. Pounded in her chest. Pumped in her veins.

She had been locked away again. Forced behind a wall of power that kept her immobile. Unable to move. To talk. To even think. All she could do was watch. Watch and feel as they were tortured, hurt. She was meant to protect. To fight. To keep them safe. And all she could do was sit back and do nothing.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

She roared with such power and ferocity that the ground shook, her anger fuelling the power inside her. She dropped to all fours and charged, desperate to get blood on her claws, in her mouth, drenching her fur.

She pounced on the back of one of the faes, latched her teeth around his head and bit down hard, ripping into his face.

He screamed, his arms and legs flailing. She bit down even harder, her teeth shattering his bones. Her mouth filled with blood. It was like honey. Sweet. Sugary. Thick.

She wanted more.

With a dark, angry need for violence flooding her body, seeping into every fibre of her being, she tore her way through the field. Ripping, snapping, clawing. Cutting into as many of the fae as she could with her sharp, six-inch claws. Tearing into them with her teeth.

They were formidable, with super fast reflexes that almost rivalled her own. She was barely able to get her claws on them. But when she could, she didn’t hold back.

It didn’t seem to matter. Every time they killed a fae, more arrived to take their place, teleporting before them; armed and ready.

She loved it. Loved the thrill of the fight. The scent of blood tainting the air. The screams of pain ringing in her ears. She loved it all.

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