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“What sorcery is this? What have you done, human?”
Gasping for breath, I stared in awe at the unfolding spectacle. The fog swirled around us, dancing with an otherworldly grace, as if guided by an unseen hand. Its enigmatic presence filled me with an inexplicable surge of strength like a salve to some deep, spiritual wound.
Jeremy cried out in outrage, and tried to land the finishing blow, his fingers tightening around my throat.
But in that moment the purple fog intensified, encasing my body in a protective shield of unknown origins. It whispered soothingly, imbuing my muscles with its mysterious energy, healing the fractures and cracks in my bones as Jeremy’s fingers were pried from my neck.
Amidst the haze, figures emerged, silhouettes of beautiful women, all barefoot and ghost-like in appearance. Their billowing hair glinted in the waning moonlight, coal-black eyes fixed on the vampire that loomed over me.
Driven by a newfound courage, I pressed my advantage, rising to butt my forehead against Jeremy’s and knocking him off of me. With the knife still lodged in his eye, the vampire howled in a rage, swiping at me with one clawed hand, the other tugging at the bloody dagger. I dodged his talons, my movements growing fluid and purposeful. The fog seemed to guide me, wrapping around my limbs, enhancing my reflexes and amplifying my strength.
As I got to my feet, I met the gaze of the ethereal beings who stood before me, their opaque forms growing more solid and tangible before my eyes. Taking in the black dresses and yew branches clasped tightly in their hands, I realized with a rush of surprise that we were no longer alone in this battle.
The witches had joined the fight.
Chapter 25
JORDAN
Thegrandhallofthe opulent estate was engulfed in chaos as vampires clashed with hideous creatures and savage shifters. The scent of blood and the clash of fangs filled the air, drowning out any semblance of the once refined atmosphere. And Sky was nowhere to be found.
I had ravaged a path through the shifters that had attacked us, searching for my cousin amongst the mass of contorted bodies. Jeremy would pay. Visceral, pulsing anger threatened to overcome me and my limbs stretched and elongated as I gave in to the all-consuming rage at the loss of my lover.
The once-elegant hall was now a war zone, the exquisite furnishings reduced to wreckage. Vampires and monstrous beings were locked in fierce combat, their supernatural strength and agility pushing the limits of mortal comprehension. I dodged an onslaught of claws, my reflexes honed through centuries of existence, but my thoughts were consumed by Sky and Sky alone.
As I sliced through the onslaught of adversaries, a chilling scream pierced the chaos. It could have been Sky, I had no way of knowing. My heart skipped a beat. Panic surged through my veins, my fangs bared in a feral snarl as I raged against the tide of enemies that threatened to separate me from my mate forever.
The battle seemed endless, a whirlwind of violence and desperation. The screams of the dying mingled with the roar of werewolves and the sinister laughter of the evil, wicked creatures that preyed on the stragglers. My mind swirled with conflicting emotions—rage, fear, and an overwhelming need to protect the one I loved.
Just as I neared the heart of the battle, I noticed a strange, shimmering purple fog had begun to creep along the marble floor, weaving its way through the chaos like it had a life of its own. The air crackled with magic, and my senses heightened, a twinge of dread at this new anomaly. I assumed this was another one of Jeremy’s tricks, some trump card that would doom us for good.
But my suspicions were proved false when strange new beings emerged from the fog.
Out of the mist emerged hordes of beautiful women, their presence ethereal and commanding. Clad in flowing robes, they emanated an aura of ancient power. Some of them walked, cleaving a way through the monsters with a mere flick of the wrist. Others floated above the crowds, on twisted branches of yew, dropping leaves as they flitted across the hall.
My mouth dropped open when I spotted a familiar face, smirking down at me from where she hovered above my head. “Ursula?”
The little witch looked almost godlike in her current form, pastel hair floating around her shoulders, her skin emanating an ethereal glow. But her snarky personality was fully intact, and she rolled her eyes at my stupefied expression.
“We are here to assist you immortal beings,” the leader of the cluster said, her voice carrying a weight of authority that matched her poised demeanor. “For too long vampires and witches have fought against one another. Now, we unite against a common enemy. We stand with you to protect the bonds that unite us all.”
My heart swelled with gratitude and I watched, astounded, as the witches’ coven demonstrated the true power of their kind. Almost instantaneously, the tides turned in our favor, with witches and vampires fighting side by side for the first time in centuries.
Ursula swooped down to my side, hopping off of her ‘broomstick’ to stand beside me. “I hope you know, you and that human of yours owe me big time for this.”
“How–why?” I sputtered out the words, hushed by Ursula who pressed a hand over my mouth.
“Where are the twins? Are they safe?”
“They’re safe,” I assured her, forcing her head down as a roaring shifter was flung into the air by a burst of magic. “They’re miles away from the battle by now.”
Ursula grimaced when a group of vampires descended on the being, ripping it to pieces before it could get to its feet.
“Your kind are very enthusiastic,” she muttered dryly, brushing a fleck of fur from her shoulder. “Anyway, come with me. I know where your human is.”
“What?!” I gripped her shoulder. “Where? Is she alive?”
A group of witches formed a protective circle around us, their hands raised in unison. A soft chant filled the air, a melodic language both ancient and powerful. The purple fog coalesced, twisting and twirling, barring us from the chaos.
