AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I shivered.
Bishop took my hand, and I glanced at him.
“We’ve got this,” he said. His voice trembled, but I squeezed his hand.
“Together,” I said.
Dario and Turk appeared. Turk, despite being on Earth, had a demon-like appearance. He had the same black fog rolling off him, although he still had his normal body, and his eyes were a strange deep red, a combination between his shifter and his demon.
Dario looked normal—he was just a plain shifter, after all. Next to him stood a woman who looked like she should have been a fae, but something about her was off.
“Alina,” Bishop breathed. “A demon in disguise.”
That made sense.
As the demons appeared, shifters crawled over the walls like gargoyles. They were twisted, their bodies those of shifters, but mangled and dark. They were all at least half-demon, if not more. Dario had built himself an army over the years with half shifters that were propelled by dark demon magic, and they were all here now to fight.
I shuddered at the idea of having someone like Dario, with so much demon influence, on the throne as alpha.
“You’re not welcome here anymore, Dario,” Bishop declared loudly.
Dario smiled, and his expression was charming.
“Come now, Bishop, I’m sure we can figure something out. Let’s talk.”
“We’re way past talking,” Bishop snarled. “Maybe if your son didn’t fuck the system and kidnap my mate, things would have been different.”
“I guess we’ll just have to scratch our deal then, huh?” Dario looked at me with a smile that was pleasant, but his eyes were filled with hatred.
“I guess so,” Bishop agreed.
He was the first to attack, shifting into wolf form. Dario followed immediately, dropping into an older, dark gray wolf. Despite his age, Dario moved lithely, and as the two wolves collided, the fight was on.
The fae and the demons attacked each other, and the rest of the shifters unleashed themselves on the half-blood cretins that had crawled over the walls.
Colter was in his dragon from above us, diving down to a demon-shifter, fucking him up before flying into the air to look for his next victim. Bishop and Dario were at it, and Turk was fighting Mykel.
A demon-shifter came at me, and I shifted into wolf form and attacked. The fight was brutal—the miscreant moved like a shifter, but the dark magic choked me, making it hard to think, to breathe as I fought. For a moment, the creature had the upper hand and sunk sharp teeth into me.
I cried out. The wound burned like a hot, searing dagger, but I managed to wrap my teeth around its throat and rip it out.
The creature let out a strangled sound before the darkness seeped into the ground, and the creature was dead. From what I had learned as a child, when a demon died, it was for good, their energy returning to the unknown.
Good. Next
The fight continued. I took out a few of the demon shifters. Every time I was wounded, the wound wouldn’t heal right. Some of them healed better than others, but I was getting weaker as I lost blood.
Still, I kept fighting. Everyone gave it their all. The sound of our fighting filled the air, with growls and barks and yelps, cats hissing, wolves howling, and I heard Elaine’s bear somewhere, too.
Colter was nailing them one by one, taking out a bunch of them by himself.
The garden around the mansion had turned into a smorgasbord of magic, with fae and demons and shifters all mingling together until it was an enchanted soup that threatened to choke me when I breathed in too deeply.
Where was Bishop?
I looked around, searching for him. Another demon-shifter attacked me, but it was a younger creature, and I made quick work of the abomination.
Bishop’s magic tugged at me through our bond, and I followed it, weaving my way through the fighting monsters all around me.
