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Arioch roared as a crow swooped past him, before he swiped his large claws at a wraith.
Finian howled as he bit at the human who aimed his gun at Bryn, tearing into the bone and sinew.
The world was chaos and blood. Sand and death as it surrounded her and invaded her senses, but all she could see was Kian as he disappeared into the cloud of wraiths.
All she could hear were his howls of pain that followed.
All she could feel was anger and rage as they tore into someone she had leaned on in the past, who attached himself to her and, even thinking himself an enemy, kept watch over her.
All she could taste was her thirst for the blood of those who harmed her people. Her friends. Her allies.
Her family.
Bryn’s vision turned red as she roared.
Her battle cry rang through the town, the stake standing behind her as a tangible threat of her past, while the threat to her future turned as one and faced her.
This would end here.
Finally, Bryn fully embraced the Morrigan.
Chapter 48
Turningtowardthewraithsthat were completely focused on her now, anger saturated her mind. As the red battle haze overtook her vision, Bryn’s own mind went dormant, her conscience going to the deep recesses of her psyche that had once housed the powerful creature she had just released.
Now her body moved to prepare for battle, and Bryn was nothing more than a mere observer.
Opening her arms wide, her black wolf took up its place at her side, its fur on end, lips back, and silent as it readied for battle.
The crows from Faerie dove toward her and swirled around her in a tornadic fashion before fanning out and moving over the city.
The tattoos she’d seen in Faerie lit up along her arms, the blue a beacon to the wraiths. Darkness bent to her will as the shadows whirled around her, a fog encompassing her as she let her darker nature take over.
She looked from where she had thrown her head back to where her enemies stood, and she faced the wraiths with a smile.
The shadows moved along her feet as she stepped toward them, now a hunter.
A wraith moved on her from behind, stabbing her in the shoulder with his dagger. Turning, she stared the wraith down as she ripped the dagger out and stabbed the wraith in the neck with it, before pulling it out and stabbing it in the head.
Every one of these monsters sent by her enemy were doomed. She’d find a way to let the king know his message had been received and that his own death was imminent.
As she reached out to take a sword from the ground, abandoned by the wraith whose dust she wore on her blood-covered body, the tattoos on her arms glowed an even brighter blue with her kill.
The wraiths hadn’t moved on her, and she didn’t need a mirror to tell her that she was the Bryn she’d seen in Faerie.
As the monstrous creatures slowly stepped back, something jolted their bodies, as if someone else was pulling the strings.
Kian had said they were weaponized.
The wraiths now readied themselves to attack all at once, and she welcomed it.
Humans still alive now saw her as much of a threat as the wraiths, aiming their weapons at her.
Bryn called to her crows, guiding them from her own mind on where to go. In unison, they rose high in the sky before coming back down like a black feathered blanket. Once they broke the top of the buildings, they dispersed and flew around the humans, confusing them enough to where most shots went wide. The bullets that did make it to Bryn, she couldn’t feel.
Her entire body was numb, except for the power that lit through her, moving her in the battle dance her soul had known for ages.
Growls from behind told her she was surrounded by enemies from both sides of the veil.
