Idris stood, holding his shoulder, his black eyes blazing red.
He was wounded, but I wasn’t sure if it was mortal, but a fae couldn’t heal like we could. Especially after the bite that Journey gave him. It bled silver, not the black that his dark fae would typically bleed.
Her venom.
“You fucking bitch!” he shrieked. Journey winced, his voice too high for our wolves. “How in the ever living shit, did you…?” His mouth dropped, and he pointed to the top of my mate’s head and snarled. “A priestess? Fuck this, I’m going to fucking end you rogues. And best of all no one will even care.”
Journey skittered passed me, her claws clacking against the cement. Leif lunged forward, running toward the fae. My heart pounded, the adrenaline racing through my veins as we braced for impact.
Unfortunately, we fell to the ground. The fae had vanished into thin air, leaving wisps of smoke.
“It will take more than two wolves to stop me,” he cackled, appearing behind us.
Journey growled beside me, her head lowering to cover my neck. A wolf’s most vulnerable spot. I wanted to swell with pride that my Journey had come here to save me. Her wolf had forced a shift because of the fear that raced through my body.
“He was going to find you. I’m glad you are here where I can see you, but I need you to stay back. I need to keep you safe,” I ordered.
“Not happening.” Journey stood to full height to meet my gaze. “Wedo this together. Besides, my bite can rip through magic.”
“What how?”
Journey huffed. “Do you want a history lesson, or do you want to get rid of the prick?”
I snarled in agreement. We both circled. “Your ass is mine after this.”
“Are you trying to turn me on?”she giggled.
Tendrils of smoke shadows dripped from Idris’s fingertips, his eyes concentrating on the two of us as we circled. If we had a third wolf, this would be easier, but with just the two of us, it would have to do.
The walls of the warehouse were burning. Enemy bodies littered the floor. Beams from the ceiling cracked, and debris fell around us, but neither of our wolves found the situation to be as dangerous as the fae before us.
We could survive a fire and a beam landing on us. Our family couldn’t.
Journey lifted her paw, ready to slam it to the surface of the floor to get a better footing. Idris concentrated on her. He knew Journey was important and could inflict the most damage. Like he said, she was a priestess, but even I did not know what power she wielded.
My jaws opened, my lunge quick and precise. I sunk my fangs into the back of his neck, only for it to burn my tongue.
He was coated in wolfsbane.
Leif gagged, our puncture wounds on his neck healing faster than that of a shifter.
Journey, feeling my distress through the bond, padded forward, stalking him.
Idris grabbed his neck, pulling the blood that dripped down to the front of his chest. His claws extended when Journey tried to fake a left, but his nails stabbed into her fur.
The thickness of her hide kept the nails from digging in too deep, but her yelp didn’t help me or my wolf. Rage built inside us like never before. Our hair stood on end.
He was hurting our mate. He was going to kill her.
My bite may not kill the bastard, but I was going to make him fucking hurt.
Idris kept his nails embedded in her skin. I scratched the bastard in the head with my paw. The pointed tip of his ear was ripped and hung by a single thread.
Idris’s claws dislodged, and he fell to the floor with a thud as Journey fell limply to the ground. I snarled as I hovered over him, my claws raking his body. Each scratch drew his black blood. It would dribble to the surface like black tar but would disappear as quick as it came as he healed himself.
He wailed in pain and shuffled through his robes, trying to search for something. My teeth pulled on his cloak and runes fell from the pockets.
Idris would not escape; he would not live. I would do this throughout eternity if it meant keeping my mate safe.
