Eleven
Aly
I’m surrounded on all sides with no options left. My parents, while better trained, are outnumbered and going down with me. I hate that they finally came to my aid just to be killed in front of me.
Someone throws knives in my direction and I barely swerve being hit in the chest. Instead, one hits me in the thigh and another slices into my arm, again. I tug the one in my thigh out and ignore the radiating pain from the wound.
I swing my sword cutting someone down but leaving my back vulnerable for attack. Someone takes advantage and pulls my hair back, exposing my neck.
They press their blade against my neck, clearly expecting me to freeze but I’ve been trained better than that. I smash my head back against their nose making them stumble away.
When I turn around to make sure they stay down, I see their nose bleeding everywhere.
More people run out of the building, joining the hunters in taking us down. I’m surrounded on all sides with no options left.
I feel absolutely defeated when I see more people running from the surrounding fields. How many hunters are there?
This mob continues towards us at breakneck speed. Why do they need to rush when we are clearly outnumbered?
Someone stabs my stomach, making me collapse to the ground and my mate bond sings. Does dying mean I don’t have to feel the pain of being separated any longer?
I stare at the approaching group, something about them demanding my attention.
They have wolves. Either real life wolves or shifters are coming this way. Is this help? Is that possible?
The group starts attacking the hunters, drawing attention away from my parents and I but the man who stabbed me still stands there staring down at me.
“Attack!! This is an attack!” Someone next to me yells before charging, sword raised at the newcomers.
I grab my stomach, staunching the blood flow until I can heal. The man raises his second dagger, aiming for my heart when something jumps in front of me and latches onto his forearm. Teeth rip through muscle as the man goes down.
My savior turns around but it’s not a shifter like I expected, it’s Bailey. His lip is pulled back, showing his sharp teeth as he growls but as soon as he sees I’m no longer in danger he turns back into my good boy. What is he doing here?
“You have a familiar?” My mom asks, staring at Bailey in absolute shock.
“A what?” I ask but before she can answer someone with horns and wings is coming this way. Maybe I’ve already died. Except, my parents teachings come back to me that demons have an alternate form, depending on what type of demon they are.
Most have horns and wings but others like vampires just have fangs. It’s very complicated.
If this is a demon and my mate bond is happy, does that mean this is Jeremy? Will he be fast enough to save me from bleeding out?
He drops to the ground in front of me wrapping his wings around me. He gives me a quick once over before swooping down to pick me up. He takes off in the air.
“Aly! I’m here baby girl, I’m here,” Jeremy reassures me but I’m not sure I even believe he’s real.
We land off to the side of the fighting that’s now in full swing. How is this happening?
He looks down at my stomach and pales.
“You need healing, here share my blood.”
He cuts his hand open on his horn and presses it against the wound. Immediately, I feel relief, I no longer think like my organs are going to fall out of my body.
“You’re here,” I marvel.
“Of course we are, we’re all here for you. We brought our parents. We need to get you out of here.”
“Wait I need to get,” but before I can tell Jeremy about Bailey, the dog in question appears in front of me, “Bailey!”
