Low enough that the first wolf can bite down on the other ankle.
A third, then a fourth wolf grab a limb as they drag him to the ground.
The vampire throws one wolf off.
Three more replace it.
My gravito lashes out, and I follow it to the vampire who told me about the portal.
He tries to jump.
But my gravito wraps around him like a leash. And drags him toward me.
He struggles. Digs his heels into the ground. He throws his power at me.
But it is nothing.
He is nothing.
My gravito knots itself around him. Holding his arms to his sides.
I drag his immobile body closer. “Where are they?”
“You’ll never catch up.” He struggles.
“Where.” I reach out and place my empty palm against the side of his face. “Are they?”
He tries to pull away. But my gravito does not like him. So it does not let him.
“Tell me now, or I will use my other hand.” I know he saw it. The dagger in my grip.
I am sure he can feel the magic trapped inside it.
And he knows that if I use it on him, he is dead forever.
He tries to smirk through his fear. “He took her to the cliffs. Your mate will be fish food, and you’ll be dead.”
Morell took Nix to the cliffs.
To the ocean.
My palm heats.
He took my girl to water.
She is afraid of water.
My anger flares white-hot.
The vampire’s eyes widen.
Venom drips thick off my fangs.
But I do not use it.
Do not need it.
My Fire Touch rolls out of me with intensity, making my hand glow a bright orange.