Page 252 of Volik

The heat is instant.

The vampire’s eyeballs shrivel as I flash boil his brain inside his head.

His skin cracks.

His features disappear.

Wonder if he will come back from that.

When the scent of burning hair hits my nose, I drop my hand and step back, my gravito releasing him at the same time.

And when the vampire hits the ground, his skull cracks.

A wolf gags as it runs past.

Looking up, I find the chaos of a battlefield.

Body parts are scattered around the historic garden.

Blood soaks into the gravel pathways.

Gore clings to the manicured shrubbery.

And the two dozen wolves are clearly winning the fight.

A deep bark pulls my attention to the Alpha.

My black eyes lock with his green ones.

He chuffs and inclines his head. Telling me they have it.

I nod. Then I jump straight up.

In the air, I find my bearing.

The cliffs is a spot with meaning along the northern coast.

It is filled with history. Bloodshed.

It is where we have held funerals.

But it is not where I lose Nix.

It is just where I will find her.

My gravito wraps around me like a hug.

It tightens.

It vibrates.

It heats.

I think of my mate.

I think of my Nixy.

And then I put my trust in my power.