It was obvious he hadn’t been expecting us. His eyes blazed with rage, his aura surging as he commanded his army. Flames surrounded him as he slayed our men and women without mercy.
So, this was the Crimson King. This was the man who hurt my family…
Two of the fire wolves lunged at me, but Rayhan knocked them aside, killing one in seconds. The second followed moments later, its blood splattering over my grey fur.
I scanned the crowds and saw that Alejandro had shifted. His Lycan form towered above all the wolves as he let out a vicious growl, engaging in battle with the Crimson King. The Djinn’s power was immense, and he was thrown back. His aura wrapped around him protectively as he lunged at the Crimson King once more. He swiped his claws down his chest, injuring him before he was thrown across the ground. His head snapped to me, and I gave the smallest nod.
Be careful,he growled through the link.
I knew what I was doing.
This was it. My moment.
Tensing, I broke into a run, launching myself off the ground, claws raised. It was then that the Crimson King’s head snapped upwards, and I found myself staring into a pair of burning orange eyes. Eyes filled with such power and hatred that I felt it deep within me.
“You’re mine,” he hissed in a voice that was far from human. He raised his hand, and a huge surge of fireroared around us. I bit my lip, feeling it burn away at me. Fuck, I couldn’t breathe.
I heard Alejandro growl as he joined, distracting him for a moment. I don’t think the Djinn realised that, although I may not be as powerful as my daughter, I had experience and wit on my side. Alejandro engaging him had given me the moment I needed, and I shifted, the momentary change easing the agony in my body as I slammed him to the ground with all my strength, my aura surging around me. My red hair fell in front of my face, my heart beating rapidly. I raised my hand, ready to tear his heart out.
“Wrong. You’re mine,” I whispered venomously.
It was almost as if we were moving in sync as our claws came out, and we plunged our hands into each other’s chests...
A Son’s Despair
Alejandro
It was as if time had fucking slowed, flames surrounding Scarlett and the fucker. I could see her skin melting away to reveal a raw layer beneath it. I watched as she plunged her hand into his chest fearlessly, but my stomach twisted the moment I saw his clawed hand ripping into her chest, too. He gripped her other arm, crushing the wrist of her hand that was trying to bury itself into his chest. He was clearly unharmed by her attempt. His eyes blazed, and I saw the determination in them, knowing he was ready to kill.
Fuck, no. Not on my fucking watch.
I was by her side in a flash, grabbing hold of the fucker’s hand before he managed to rip her heart from her chest. It fucking burned like a bitch to touch him. He was fucking powerful. His eyes were blazing with unspeakable fucking power and his aura swirled around us like a fucking tornado. So, this was the man behind everything.
“Well, well, well… the Lycan King himself still came to battle even when he’s so weak…” he hissed venomously.
I’m still fucking stronger than you.But I couldn’t say anything in my Lycan form.
Scarlett’s face was pale as she gripped his wrist, trying to stop him from wrenching her heart. I held on fucking tight, making sure he didn’t penetrate her any further. His fingers were almost completely in her chest, slowly pushing forward. She coughed up blood as I used all my strength. I aimed a kick at him, only for him to block it. It was then that a strong wave of powerful blue fire created a huge force-field between us, instantly easing the heat.
Liam.
I took the chance and sliced the fucker’s hand right off with my dagger.That’s for the pup.
He roared in anger, scooping Scarlett up with the hand still buried in her chest. I jumped away as a huge force shattered Liam’s barrier and threw us back. I shielded Scarlett’s body as we both hit the ground brutally. My head slammed against the rocky ground, sending spasms of searing pain through me, and I hissed. Fuck, I wasn’t up to my normal standards…
I was forced to shift back, feeling blood in my mouth as I rolled over and placed Scarlett on the ground slowly. She coughed up blood, I looked down at her chest to see she was already healing, but that hand was still stuck in her chest. Fuck.
“Don’t look!” she growled, despite the fact that she looked like death and couldn’t even sit up. I raised an eyebrow. I had seen plenty of naked women. Was she seriously worried about that right now? I was looking at her damn injury.
“Nice piercings,” I remarked, unable to stop myself from trying to piss her off. “Hold the fuck still.”
As expected, she gave me a cold glare and covered her nips. I frowned, looking down at the burnt, disgusting hand that I needed to remove.
“I’m going to take it out,” I told her, impressed that she was still conscious.
She nodded, closing her eyes. I grabbed her shoulder with one hand, holding her down, and placed my knee on her stomach before I yanked the hand from her chest. That was fucking sickening. The smell of blood and burnt flesh filled my nose. She hissed in pain, her eyes blazing as she groaned in agony. Blood splattered everywhere as I tossed it aside. She let out a whimper of pain and rolled over onto her side. I could see she was already healing.
Damn. I think she heals a lot faster than I do.
