Briggs turned back to Cece, his bear chuffing in surprise when Clay appeared out of thin air.
“Thank Christ,” Mal said.
“Take Willow!” Kat shouted at Clay.
Briggs’s mouth dropped open when Clay pulled Willow against his body, wrapped his arms around her, and they both disappeared.
“What the fuck,” he said, his voice faint with shock.
“Clay’s got one fuck of a party trick,” Ronin said as Clay reappeared without Willow.
“Ava!” Kat shouted.
Bishop practically shoved the curvy redhead into Clay’s arms, and they vanished as Hudson kissed Rosalie. “I’ll see you soon, my mate.”
Clay reappeared, and he took Rosalie’s hand, pulling her into his arms and disappearing with her.
“He’s a teleport,” Briggs said.
“Fuck, yeah, he is,” Ronin said.
Clay reappeared and crouched beside Kat, reaching for her hand. She hissed at him. “No fucking way.”
“I told your sister I would get you to safety, too,” Clay said.
“Teleport me, and I’ll slice your balls off your body,” Kat snarled.
“You know she will, bud,” Ronin said. “Better not risk it.”
Clay rolled his eyes before peering over the truck. “Who the fuck is the guy?”
“Good witch,” Ronin said.
“She’s not waking up,” Briggs said to Ronin, new fear rolling over him.
Ronin squeezed his shoulder. “Give it a minute, she was hit with a blast of magic and -”
Magic suddenly flooded Briggs’s system, a bright green light that reminded him of hot summer days and freshly mowed grass. He inhaled deeply as Cece’s eyes opened and she stared at him.
“Briggs?”
“My mate,” he said as another burst of magic went through him. His bear growled with pleasure, and his muscles tightened pleasantly as a blast of energy replaced the lingering weakness from the witch’s spell he took.
“Welcome back, tiny tree witch,” Ronin said.
Briggs sat her up, keeping her body pressed against his as she said, “What’s happening?”
“Long story short - a blast of fiery dark magic hit you, Briggs saved you, and Clay teleported the ladies to safety while our friend Monroe is currently keeping that asshole of a dark witch occupied,” Ronin said.
Cece grabbed for the stone around her neck, staring at the small piece of rock that dangled from the chain. The rest of it had been shattered, and small bits and pieces of it clung to her skin and shirt.
“Rosalie!” she gasped.
“She’s safe,” Briggs said as Cece’s hands began to glow. “You need to go with Clay, my mate.”
“What? No! I’m not leaving you,” Cece said.
“You have to,” Briggs said. “Once you’re gone, the witch will stop the attack.”
