Page 91 of Soulmateless
I blindly strike at her, tearing through fur and dragging through skin with a battle scream. Vasilisa returns those blows to my face and neck. With a yowl, she plunges towards my neck. Despite trying to twist my head away and clawing her face, her teeth sink in, slicing through skin. My heart jolts as her teeth press into my flesh.
I'm dead.
Beside us come rushing pitter patters. “Amias! Run!” It's Erasmus's voice.
Just what I wanted.
Vasilisa hisses and lets go, perking up at the escapees.
The dreamscreechers before me glance between us and the brothers escaping, as if they couldn't decide who to attack first. “Hurry the fuck up and kill them already!” Vasilisa scolds.
The distraction gives me a chance to stab my claws into her cheek and neck. She hisses and leaps back, leaving long bloody wounds like ones on her snout.
I turn on my belly and snarl. “I’m not one to fuck with.”
Her fur stands, before she screeches and raises a paw to strike. I roll on my back again before she strikes under my cheek. With a cry, I reach for her neck again. If I do this right, I can bring her down with me.
My claws latch into her neck. She jerks away and drags me with every move. I don’t let go, even as she jumps and slams my back. Even as my heart beats in my throat. My grasp only gets stronger, flesh digging under my claws.
This bitch is going down.
I tug sideways to get her off balance. She growls and sways to the side as I pull harder. I will pull her down.
She snaps her teeth as she loses her footing, slamming on her flank beside me. I hiss and strike near her throat before she has time to react. When she reaches her claws towards me, I scramble to my feet.
I smirk. I have the upper hand.
She slices my shoulder when I claw her neck again. I hiss at the sting before plunging my teeth into the nape of her throat.
Excitement rises up my chest. Maybe this is the end of her torture. Maybe she’ll be gone for good.
Vasilisa swings her claws at me, nearly scratching my left eye again when I jump back.
The blood trickling down my eyelid forces me to close it, and my neck and forehead have their own wounds.
I won't stop fighting.
“Now you suddenly want to put up a good fight?” she hisses, with blood dripping down her face. “You couldn't be this strong for your own kingdom?”
I scoff. “You mean to be strong for you? So I can be your minion?”
Just as I end my sentence, something slams into me and knocks me off my feet. My head thuds against the hard floor.
Fuck.
I hiss at the black dreamscreecher standing over me beside Vasilisa, who’s back on her feet. Vasilisa chortles. “Guess who's not so cocky now?”
I gasp for air but it fails to fill my lungs. I scramble to my feet when I'm pinned down again. Black furred paws stand on either side of me.
Three against one.
Bile rises up my throat. Shit. I'm dead. For real this time.
“Now I’m going to do what I should've done a long time ago.” Vasilisa laughs again, before baring her teeth and lunging for my neck.
I flinch from her jaws, when red flowers coil around Vasilisa's neck and the dreamscreecher beside her. A gasp escapes me as the paws on either side of my head lift. Their necks shrink as they croak, wiggling their bodies to escape.
I swing my gaze at the entrance of the room, where Amias reaches his hands out, his fingers curling and shaking violently. His red eyes stare intensely, tears trickling down his cheeks.
