Page 89 of Bite The Power That Feeds

I moved to Larisa, positioning myself in front of her so I could kill any werewolf that came close to her.

They made it over the edge and swiped down the guards with their massive claws. Blood-curdling screams pierced the night. Entails dropped onto the ramparts. I kicked back the first one who came over the edge then sliced my blade through the neck of another. Cobra did the same, pushing back as many of them as he could before we lost more archers.

Larisa moved past me and went for one herself, slicing him across the chest then the face before she kicked him back. Another one came up to her side, and Fang was quick to jump and rip his eye out of his face. The werewolf collapsed as Fang gave him another gash on the neck.

Covering my ass and looking out for my wife at the same time was no picnic.

More of them started to pour over the edge.

“Where the fuck is he?” Cobra took down one and then another, but two more appeared from nowhere.

I wanted to ask Larisa to run, but she would never abandon me or her duty.

More of our guards died. King Elias wasn’t in sight.

Everything went to shit.

I killed the ones who came for me, already exhausted because Cobra and I were doing all the work so the archers could keep firing. Larisa helped, but she only took out the ones who slipped past us.

Then they stopped climbing over the wall.

“Hooowwwwllllll!”

“Hooowll!”

“What’s happening?” Cobra yelled.

I looked over the edge and…relief.

Viper charged with the army of Kingsnake Vampires behind him. They rushed and chased down the werewolves on horseback. Other soldiers jumped off their horses and took down the beasts on foot. It was a slaughter, the werewolves outnumbered and with no escape.

Cobra wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Finally…”

* * *

Viper wiped the blood from his sword on the fur of his most recent enemy when we approached.

“Took you long enough,” Cobra said as we walked up. “What did take you so long?”

Viper only gave him a hard stare.

I clapped him on the shoulder. “Thank you for coming.”

“I kept these ones alive in case you wanted to question them,” he said. “I’ll attend to our wounded and prepare the army for departure.” He walked off.

Cobra watched him go. “Why’s he in such a hurry?”

A line of three werewolves were on the ground, all bound and in human form. They were the ones who’d run first, which meant they were the most cowardly and, therefore, more likely to talk.

I kicked the first one. “So, here’s how this is going to go. You’re all going to be killed whether you talk or not. But the one who does talk will get a quick death, my blade straight through their neck in one hit. The ones who don’t talk…will be covered in oil then set on fire. Your choice—”

“What do you want to know?” the first one asked, purposely avoiding the stare of the comrades he’d just screwed over.

I nodded to Cobra. “Take care of these two.”

“No!” One of them resisted and tried to fight off Cobra.

Larisa kicked him in the head, and that shut him up.

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