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Not. Me.
Yet I was the one being punished again. I was always the one being punished for my father’s mistakes, for his hunger for power.
“You wanted the veil to be opened in the first place,” I thought aloud. “Why the hell would you ever help us close it?”
“The original goddess,” Lyra breathed. “She knew.”
The original goddess? I knew one thing for sure. That witch had some explaining to do.
“So you kept the veil open for this? So you could create a new pack of demons and take over everything you just gave up? You’re making no sense!” I sputtered.
My father looked to the perimeter of the clearing, where the other demons stood in waiting. “These demons from the veil are obedient. They are loyal. They do not falter when they’re given orders, they do not question my command.”
My teeth clenched harder and harder with every word that came out of his mouth.
“In fact, these demons might be better sons than you ever were.”
Yeah fucking right. I did everything that my father asked of me. He was the reason I became who I was. He was the reason I turned into… into this.
This predator to be feared by anyone who turned their back against us.
“So what’s your plan?” I seethed. “You’re going to get rid of us so you can take these imbeciles from the streets and replace the Night Ravens? Do you really think that’s going to work?”
“Yes,” he answered, not missing a beat. “I do think it will work. Because you’re going to help me.”
I gaped at him. Over my dead body.
Lyra squirmed against her restraints ahead of me. Adrenaline, anger, betrayal—it all mixed together in my blood, fueling me and giving me a power I had only ever felt one other time.
“Lyra,” I mumbled, not caring who heard me. “Lyra, close your eyes!”
It all happened too fast.
I ripped out of the chains that held me, not even flinching as my own skin cut against the metal. Something inhuman fueled me, giving me strength and looking for a release.
I barely had time to face the demons surrounding us before I lost control, a ray of light and fire and pure energy beaming from my hands and diminishing everything in its path. It was pure light magic. Lyra’s magic running through my veins just as it had when her mother attacked us.
The demons didn’t even have time to scream before they were burnt to ash.
I turned to face Marcus. “I should have killed you a long time ago,” I admitted.
Power still pulsed through me, fueling me. Lyra now froze against the tree, watching in awe as I approached my father.
He pulled a gun from his belt.
And aimed it at me.
It was almost fucking laughable. “You’ve already killed me once,” I admitted. “Why don’t you go ahead and try again?”
He barely had time to pull the trigger before I aimed my power at him, too.
Burning him and everything around him to ash.
The light left me as if someone else controlled it, as if someone else guided it, using me as a mere vessel to control the power.
I didn’t fight it. Not as I watched my own father’s bones burn to dust, making sure it was all over before I could turn and look at Lyra.
“Alek,” she whispered after a few seconds. “Alek, you’re bleeding.”
