Page 97 of Cosmic Power

A deep, thunderous roar made her stiffen, silver eyes darting upwards. Dozens of dragons littered the sky, a mixture of different colours zooming in their direction.

Oh, we’re so fucked,Zamorra whispered in her mind.

She was inclined to agree. She wasn’t stupid. She was a powerful Alpha werewolf, but against a dragon? She might as well be a human child.

Luther’s scent reached her nose just before he blurred to her side. He stood at the same height, his muscles bulging as he flicked the blood off his sword. His burning red eyes went to the sky, tracking the dragons heading their way.

“We have to retreat.”

His words swirled around in her mind and a snarl ripped from her throat. Retreat. Just the very thought of it made anger bubble in her chest. She didn’t want to. It went against every instinct she had. Retreating was for the weak. But she knew it was the only course of action if she wanted to live.

“What about the portal?” Justin asked, tendrils of his dark magic lashing out against the fae like bolts of red lightning. “If we retreat now, we might never get another chance to return home.”

“That’s a risk we’ll have to take,” Lex grunted, parrying a sword strike.

Her silver eyes connected with the Gold King’s piercing gaze. A triumphant smile flashed across his face. She wanted to claw it straight off.

The purple portal hovering behind him shimmered a moment before four supernatural beings came through, magic bursting at the seams. She sniffed the air, recognising their scents. Three dark mages—Thaddeus, Ryker and Elias—and one light mage—Lenore. They all moved at the same time, releasing their magic in different ways before the fae could react.

A wave of red power tore from Elias’ open palm, knocking the Gold King and Faxon off their feet. Thaddeus glanced up at the sky, surprise flashing on his face for the briefest moment before he raised his hands and shot a pulse of magic into the air. A powerful force field cocooned around them like a dome, protecting them from the dragons. Red and black flames exploded over Ryker’s arms. He plunged his blazing hands into the ground and red and black fire raced across the field, zig zagging around them to engulf the silver-armoured fae. White lightning whipped from Lenore’s fingertips, snaking out towards the Gold King and Faxon as they stood, spinning to face them. One tendril coiled around Faxon’s ankle and yanked him backwards, hurtling him through the portal.

Another tendril reached for The Gold King but stopped short, as if an invisible wall blocked its path. He flicked his head up in a short, sudden movement, sending a ripple of his telekinetic power rushing at Lenore. It hit her smack in the chest, sending her flying back with a shriek, disappearing into the portal.

“Move! Get to the portal! Now!” Elias yelled, lobbing orbs of red and black fire at The Gold King, keeping him distracted so they could make their escape.

Dragons roared above them, beating at the force field protecting them. They unleashed flames of burning hot fire. Thaddeus gritted his teeth, his hands shaking as he tried to maintain the steady stream of magic powering the force field.

What the fuck are you waiting for?! Move your furry silver ass!Zamorra screamed in her head.

She dropped to all fours and ran, conscious of Luther keeping up with her at her side. Justin dropped his protective circle of mage fire surrounding him and Lex blinked to his side, placed a hand on his shoulder and blinked them away, appearing right at the portal. They stepped through, disappearing to the other side. Void’s werewolf joined her at her other side and they charged ahead, running past the three dark mages and into the portal.

Her body twisted and turned, circled round and round until she was dizzy. It spat her out in a large ballroom of some kind, her legs buckling beneath her. An array of different scents bombarded her all at once. Voices slammed into her from every direction, overloading her brain and making her feel like her head was going to explode. There was too much going on. Too much happening. Too many people. Her senses went haywire, an insistent buzzing ringing in her ears.

Someone touched her arm and she snapped her teeth, growling at them in warning.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy. Calm down.” Void stood before her, naked, dripping with sweat and blood.

She knew who he was. Understood his words. And yet, she couldn’t calm down.

Shadows crept around her, putting her even more on edge, her hackles rising. She snarled low in her throat, cautioning them to back up, to get away.

“Little Alpha.” Her blazing silver eyes locked on Luther at the sound of his deep, sensual voice. He took slow, measured steps in her direction, calm and controlled. “It’s okay. Everything’s okay.”

She curled her upper lip with a growl, showing her canines. Zamorra tried to reason with her, telling her to relax. That it was Luther. He didn’t mean them any harm, would never hurt them. When she wouldn’t listen, Zamorra pushed for supremacy, trying to take control.

She didn’t give it.

Luther stopped, eyeing her aggressive stance, the discomfort and anger vibrating from her. He lowered to his haunches, tapping the ground twice with his finger. “It’s alright. Why don’t you come on over here? Come to me.”

She stalked towards him slowly on all fours, her eyes boring into his. A ripple of her dominance hit him head on and he rolled his neck, brushing it off like it was nothing.

“Now, now, Little Alpha. That wasn’t very nice,” he scolded softly.

She huffed in his face, blowing a strand of hair off his forehead.

“I’m not going to bother telling you to ‘calm down’. I know you hate that.”

She grunted.

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