I am careful not to step too close to any of the bodiesas I make my way down the street. The magic clinging to thedead wolves can easily transfer to me, and the witches are known to boobytrap their own corpses with their final breaths. Try to get close enough to tell if they’re dead, andboom!A final act of vengeance.
Ahead of me, the street lights up with fireballs, flames, and streaks ofmagic. Wolvesdartacross the roofs of the houses, trying to get behind the line the witches have drawn across the tarmac;it hums withdark magic rather than the shimmeringblueof a protective shield.A blurred white formroarsas it races alongthe line,massacringanything that darestotry to cross it. It is bigger than the wolves and stinks ofrot. An eknor demon perhaps, called forth from the plane of Halzaja.A manifestation of Rage.
If it stayed still long enough, Iwould be able to see its paper-white skinandbright-red blood vessels clear across itssteroid-pumpedbody.They have a headofvarious-sizedhorns, andtheir eightblack eyesallowthemto have a nearly 360-degree view of the world.They can alsosee in both more colors than humans when something’s in focus of their two main eyes,as well asin black-and-white in the peripherals so they’re not overwhelmed withvisualstimuli, making their reaction times terrifying...but they’re also kind of cute, much prettier than those that are a manifestation of Gluttony or Greed, and my arousal heightens as I wonder if it’s female or male. Not that it matters. They both have holes,and I can imagine they fuck like a demon.
My lips curl. I have to remember to save thatpunfor later. Colton will undoubtedly get a kick out of it.
Or he would if he ever took that stick out of his ass.
Perhaps I should tell Destiny to stop going so hard when she pegs him.
My grin spreads wider as I keep to the shadows, happy that I am downwind of the werewolves. Although Antonio might not care that I am here, too focused on tearing apart the Shadows, there are a few of his pack that will try to killme as soon as they get the chance.
Although we could work together to kill the witchestonight, Antonio is my enemy as much as Caden’s, and if I get the chance, I’m going to gut him like the pig he is.
I hate that I can smell Sau’s fear for him, andno onegets to terrorize Saubutme.
I bare my fangs as Ispotthe alphain the middle of the street, facing away from me. Icanphase to him and riphis headoff.Werewolvesarefast, but Icankill him before he even knows I’m on him…
But then I will die just as quick, ripped apart by the rest of his pack.
There are over two dozen of themwith him, and I am not foolish enough to think I can phase away before one of them manages to grab me.Then all it would take is a few bites, a werewolf’s salivabeingvenomous tomy kind.
My eyes drift to theblood-smearedline drawn across the pavement. The demon still rushes across it back and forth, slicing out at the werewolves as they keep darting forward trying to wear it out.Theyrushbetween housesandjumpoff roofs,looking for thatnarrow openingas they dodge fireballs, lightning bolts, and shots of magic thrown by the witches safely on the other side.Other lines run parallel to it, with their own demons, protecting the entire area in a square.
I shift my gazeto the house in the middle of the zone.Knowing Sau is inside it,my cock hardens.
But taking her tonight will ruin the game.
The anticipation.
The build-up that I love.
But gods, it’ll feel good...
My gaze shifts back to Antonio as he jumps away from the line, clutching a wound in his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers. He growls, unable to talk in his wolf form, but it’s not hard to discern his meaning:I’m going tokill you.
After all, they can’t hold the demonshere forever.
Leaving them all to it, I risk instant death and phase across the line.
I pop up slightly further down the streetbut way, way higher, and now I’m free-falling hundreds of feet onto the roof of the Shadows’ house. I hit with athud,curling my body around the box, making sure it doesn’t break in the fall.
Multiple bones,however,do getbroken,including my right forearm as it shoots through my skin in an open fracture. I’m also pretty certain I’m bleeding internally. Still,a grin curves across my lipsdue tomy guessbeingcorrect. Magicrequires strict parameters, and a ward rarely covers the sky over a hundred feet.
Granted, ifanyonewaswatching, theycouldkill me in the time it takes me toheal (anatomy doesn’t care how powerful youare; broken kneecaps are broken kneecaps), but nothing ever good comes if you don’t take a few risks.
Shoving my bone back into my arm, I then take out theflask of blood from inside mywaistcoatanddrink half of it, letting Sau’s pathetic copycat heal my broken bones and tornmuscles andligaments. Placing it back inside my inner pocket, I jump from the roof.
The backyard spreads out before me,piles of ash here and there – all that remain of the sired whodied during our attack.Soon, the wind will pick up and carry them away, leaving no trace. Colton will undoubtedly let me know who theywere, so I turn my attention to the house itself.
I stepthrough the splintered doorway, the door having been blown off by the witcheswhenthey chased us,and take a deep breath. My cock jerks at the smell of my girl, but instead of heading to the basement where she is, I go down the hall to the master bedroom.
My eyes narrow on the messy bed, the two indentedpillows. Cadenmight be her husband, butI know she doesn’t love him, not like she will me.
WhenI break her to make her stronger.
WhenI fuck her until she can’t think of anything else buthow good I make her feel.