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He barely ducked beneath one of the last two heads. Without Kyla, they only had him to focus on.
I got close enough to the hydra that one of the heads lashed toward me. Nathaniel let out a growl, but the hydra had presented its head in the perfect position for him to cut through it.
I ground my teeth as I burned it.
One left.
Except Nathaniel had already taken care of that too. It flopped to the floor, and I managed to cauterize the final neck just enough that it didn’t regrow.
I stared at Nathaniel over the huge body. He stared back.
Both of us sprinted toward Kyla.
Eight
Evie
Kyla was one pissed-off wolf. Thankfully, Nathaniel only had to let out a soft growl, and she snarled, dropping her gaze.
“What do we do?”
Nathaniel brought his hand over the back of my neck once more, but even the feel of his comforting warmth couldn’t soothe me.
“Is she all wolf?” I demanded.
“She’ll be fine,” he said. I must have looked doubtful, because he squeezed his hand gently until I was gazing up at him.
“She’s a werewolf, and she’s hurt. She’s hungry and pissed off, and she doesn’t appreciate being injured around any other wolves, even when one of those wolves is her Alpha.”
Kyla growled. Nathaniel fixed her with a stare. She showed him her teeth.
He merely angled his head, and she dropped her gaze again.
That was pride flickering over Nathaniel’s face. He was impressed by her dominance, even as his instincts demanded he shut it down.
“I’ll remove the head,” Nathaniel said. “You pour the pixie dust.”
It made sense since I sure as hell wasn’t strong enough to unlatch the hydra’s grip on Kyla.
Nathaniel pried the teeth open, sliding them from Kyla’s leg.
She snapped her teeth at him, lightning-fast. I couldn’t blame her. That must have hurt like hell.
Nathaniel deftly wrapped his hand around her nose and jaw, clamping her mouth closed. His other hand held her down as the blood sprayed.
“There you go, darling,” he soothed, leaning down so Kyla could better soak up his scent. “It’s all going to be okay.” He sent a glance in my direction. “Pour, Evie.”
I leaned close, peering into the wounds. Thank God for the pixie dust. I sprinkled the last of it into the huge holes, watching as they slowly closed.
Kyla whined, and I glanced at her. “I know it hurts like hell. Almost done.”
We all waited as her flesh knitted back together. Kyla shuddered, and Nathaniel crooned to her. Finally, Nathaniel let her go, giving me a look that told me, without words, that I needed to step back.
We gave her some room, and she lurched to her feet, teeth bared.
“Shift,” Nathaniel told her, his voice hard.
I turned to grab her clothes, and by the time I returned, Kyla was standing shivering in the cool air.
