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Atticus breaks away from Jaz, his murderous intent plain to see, but I stop him when I see the relieved look cross the Witch's face.
I wrap my arms around him as Jaz leaps forward and snapsnot-Sara’s neck. The Witch will supernaturally heal, but for now, she’s harmless. It takes a Witch blessed dagger to take the life of a Witch and even then, it has to be delivered to the heart.
Atticus continues to fight me, practical logic fleeing his entire being. The only thing he feels is his animalistic need for blood and death. For vengeance. Wait…
What were the beasts in the field saying that day we fought them?I ask Jaz through our bond.
She looks at me with her brows furrowed, uh, I think Jones said it was in Latin, ‘death must have vengeance’ or something like that, why?
Mors necesse est septempliciter vindicaretur.
Jaz doesn’t get to reply though because Atticus breaks free and shifts his claws out like fuckin’ Wolverine.
"Atticus, stop! Can't you see? Death is what she wants." I snarl in his face, stopping him before he could make it to the broad on the floor.
"Death is what she'll get!" Atticus roars, spittle hitting me, but I don't care. All I care about is keeping my brother from killing the only lead we have to finding these body snatching Witches.
"You can't," Jaz steps up to him, cupping his face from the side like a sister would, "death is too simple. Too soft for what she deserves.Torture, Bronze. Torture is what we should give her. For each year she deceived, for each day she has lied, for each hour she took from someone.She. Will. Suffer."
Just as I feel Atticus deflate, Case speaks up, "Uh, guys, we got a situation over here."
I completely forgot about the other beasts. They're all twitching and convulsing, foam pouring from their mouths as their black eyes stare unseeing.
"Knix! Knox!" Jaz yells as she dashes across the room to her prone friends as Case squats down to Blow.
Me and Atticus turn to the beast in the hallway. I'm hoping like hell I didn't kill an innocent; I know it couldn't be helped. Unlike the others, this one isn't moving. Hell, it doesn’t even have a head. It's as still as a corpse.
My anger and sorrow blend
together to create an unknown fucking emotion. This man beneath the beast, was a member of this pack. It didn't matter that he wasn't a Werewolf, it didn't matter that he wasn't and MC member. All that fucking mattered, all that was important, was the fact that he put his trust in us. To protect him and his family. His wife may have died long ago, but this man was a father.
"Do you think he knew his daughterwasn'this daughter?" I growl to my brother who is equally pissed.
The Witch was right, Atticus was actively involved in certain milestones of Sara's life. When she turned thirteen, she dived headfirst into her Witchling studies, so they weren't as close as they once were. Perhaps that's when Sara was taken over by the Witch.
"Perhaps. Maybe when he figured it out, she changed him into this thing in order to keep the truth hidden," Atticus scrubs a hand through his hair, pulling the ends in frustration, "she went to find help for me, brother. Sara was just trying to do something to heal what she thought was broken inside me. What little girl does that?"
I put my hand on his shoulder, "A little girl who will be avenged."
A gasp pulls us away from the dead body and back to the living room. Knix, her brother, and Blow all look normal again. Their skin is paler than usual with sweat beads across the brows, and their eyes slowly bleed from black to their normal coloring.
"What the fuck just happened?" Knox groans before spinning off the floor in a rush, "where's my sister?!" he roars, frantically scanning the room until his eyes land on her.
"Ugh, calm down, pinhead. Your pig squealing is making my head want to explode." Knix grumbles, making everyone laugh.
I reach my hand down and help lift Blow who is rapidly healing from the wounds Case gave to him. Overall, these three seem to be fine.
"Atticus, take the Witch somewhere she can’t bust out of, theonyxcell. It will keep her power and spells from passing through. Chain her there and setup a rotation of guards. Make sure everyone knows they will suffer greatly if they step a foot inside that cell without one of us there."
Atticus stuffs a rag into the Witch's mouth before tossing her over his shoulder, "Trust me, brother, you don't need to worry about this sorry bitch. I swear it on the Ancients, she'll suffer for this."
He turns to Jaz, “Where is Zatrina? I thought I left her with you.”
“She went to go grab more of the poppy dust. I guess we won’t be needing it now. She should be in her room or on the way back here.”
He nods once before running out the door, using his speed to get back to the school. I turn back to the three dead bodies and three very weak but alive friends, “You guys look like shit,” I chuckle when they all huff and Jaz punches my shoulder, “but you risked your lives for us tonight. When the Gallows MC come in for the supermoon festival, you three will be patched in as Cutthroats’ newest members.”
Blow and Knox look at each other, something significant flowing between them before they quickly look away. Jaz sees it too and grins before discreetly wagging her eyebrows at me.Hmm.
"Uh, Alpha, you must've got hit in the head too hard. I know I have short hair, but there's onlytwomen here." Knix says with her brows hitting her hairline as gestures to her brother and Blow.
"You don't need a dick to be powerful, Knix. You fought for my brother’s mate,for the pack. You are a Cutthroat through and through and I’ll lash anyone who says differently." Case says as he tosses his arm around her shoulder.
"He's right," I tell her as her mouth opens and closes like a fish, "plus, I'm thinking Jaz here can be the commander of you ladies, teaching you all how to fight and protect the pack. Maybe we’ll recruit more lady Cutthroats."
“Mm, Lady Cutthroats, I think we need out own leather cuts.” Jaz winks at a beaming Knix before lifting up on her toes and kissing me. Before she can pull away, I scoop her up, reveling in the way her legs wrap around my waist as I walk out the door.
This is home, right here with Jaz. Tonight, showed me just how quickly it can end, how fast things can change, but I won't be blindsided again. I will end the motherfucking Dark Bloods, no matter what it takes. I am Roman Cut, son of the Ancients; no enemy will stand against me and live to tell the fucking tale.
