Then there were the soldiers. Had to be the seelie soldiers sent to help.
Wylder grinned. This was it. They were getting their mate back.
Vadir raised his sword as he let out a vicious roar and charged forward.
It was carnage. There was no other word to describe what happened next. Even as Tate pulled Wylder to the side and started to hand him small bags of herbs and a lighter, the seelie attacked the unseelie.
“Light the bags and throw them at the bad guys,” Tate explained.
“The bad guys?” Wylder laughed, which was surprising as there hadn’t been a damn thing to laugh about since he arrived.
“Yeah.” Tate lit one bag and tossed it at the closest unseelie.
The bag hit the creature in the middle of the chest and it screamed while batting at the fire that didn’t seem to go out.
“Cool!” Wylder fumbled with his lighter before he finally got the bag lit.
“Throw it!” Tate yelled at him.
Shit! Wylder threw his small bundle at another dark creature. At least he had good aim.
Between the unseelie catching fire, Vadir, Alek, and Mitch’s swords, whatever Mah was doing freezing whoever he touched, Seb’s orbs, and the massive bear, it didn’t take long for the good guys to win.
The unseelie lay on the ground. Not all of them were dead. Well the ones without heads or clawed by a bear were, but some of them lived.
A tall blond soldier removed his helmet as he approached Vadir.
“Our debt has been paid.” The blond soldier spoke formally.
Vadir dipped his head. “It has, Lang.”
“The portal remains open,” Lang said. “We will take the prisoners that live with us. The unseelie court can negotiate for their return if they wish.”
“The prisoners are yours,” Vadir agreed. “We will take the portal.”
“Best wishes to your family,” Lang offered.
“Blessings to you and yours,” Vadir returned.
Dario pulled Wylder to his side. “You’re not injured?”
“I’m fine. I got to throw magic balls of fire,” Wylder told him.
“Not exactly balls of fire,” Alek commented.
Wylder snorted. “Whatever. Can you go find Theo now?”
Alek nodded. “Let’s bring our mate home.”
* * * * *
Theo
The magic was building inside him.
Yes, Theo was bleeding from his mouth, nose, the palms of his hands, and a stinging cut on his side but there was something inside him that wasn’t just his cat. Although to give his cat credit, when Theo actually tried to avoid Bramley’s attack, he could move. Fast. Was flexible to dodge most of the magical attacks directed at him.
Kicking off the wall, another arc of magic barely missed his shoulder.
