I love you, my beloved Josephine. And when this over, when we reign victorious and annihilate the Molnarva scum, I will show you exactly how much I love you and appreciate the way you speak of war and vengeance.
Despite everything, I smile.Give me what you got, sugar. I want it all.
With one more enormous wave of Kai's love rushing over me, I return to the scope and wait for our signal.
Cyril continues whatever pep talk he's giving his troops, the men all dressed in loin cloths as well.
Which honestly, is surprising.
Kai and his brothers and most of the other shifters are dressed in nothing but basketball shorts in order to avoid destroying clothing while still keeping things covered as long as they can. Something shifters don't generally care about because once you've seen one shifter change from human to beast and back again modesty flies out the window, but I guess since this isn't their born of clan and each of them are mated, the Dragovihk brothers wanted to make the first group shift a little more comfortable before letting it all hang out on the regular.
It's cute that they're pretending to be modest, but it's strange that Cyril's men aren't just strolling in here naked.
Obviously, he's just as nuts as Ivan—the crown, necklace, and cape are kind of a dead giveaway, but they have no real need to cover since they came to fight.
Unless...
"Fuck," I hiss out and check the scope again. "Fuck, dad they—"
"Tell Kai!" he whisper-shouts. "They know we're waiting!"
But I don't have the chance.
The second my dad finishes his sentence, dozens of men rush into the valley, naked ones that immediately start to shift, from either side that Cyril took the attention off of by making a spectacle of himself in the center.
So I don't wait.
Don't wait for my dad's signal, don't wait for Kai's.
No, I open fucking fire and start dropping motherfuckers as they try to get close to my mate.
As soon as the first body falls, Dad and Grace start taking them out too. Right and left, trying to get the men before they shift, me dead center nailing anyone stupid enough to get within range.
Multiple roars ring out as Kai and his brothers shift, as gigantic bears and lions, wolves and cheetahs come tearing through the trees.
Ivan gets tossed to the side but no one has time to track him, to keep tabs on that slime ball but I know for a fact he's going to make his way to Cyril, get his king to remove his shackles so he can continue slaughtering our people the way he wants.
Which is why, while I continue shooting at anyone that gets close to my mate or his brothers, I periodically glance toward our enemy, the twisted fuck grinning while he holds off his men and watches his surprise attack unfold.
The fighting becomes more intense, yellow fire engulfs most of the trees, black and red flames work to combat it.
Three dragons, one brown, two yellow jump on my mate, tear at his scales, his spikes, try to get to the fleshier, more vulnerable parts.
My sight becomes laser focused on those assholes and just when I'm about to blast one in the armpit, my fucking gun jams.
"Fuck!" I yell as I hit it with the heel of my hand, repeatedly pull the trigger that won't fucking budge. "My gun!"
"Your gun what, Josephine?" Dad rumbles in my ear.
I hit it again. "It's jammed! The fucker is stuck!"
"Goddamnit! You stay put, Posey! Stay right there, I'll come your way."
I toss the rifle to the side, take a Glock from its holster and try to line up a shot but I'm too far away.
Even with my accuracy I won't be able to cover Kai the way I need to from here, won't be able to hit anyone that gets close to him.
So I do exactly what I have to do.
