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The room was silent with tension.
“You want to attack them?” My mom clarified.
I nodded. “Yes. We send out hunting parties with potions from Cain and Beenie. Weapons from our armory. My magic and shadow. We can take them by surprise now that they don’t know we can sense them,” I said.
One of the vampire warriors spoke up–the twin with the straight white hair. “But then they will know that we can,”
he said.
“By then it’ll be too late. And it won’t matter because there won’t be anything they can do about it,” I countered.
I was ready to answer any question because by the end of the meeting, I was determined to have a plan in place between us. Sitting in the bubble of magic was no longer a plan I wanted to entertain. It was doable, and I would protect the city with it if I had to, but not having to was the ultimate goal.
And the others seemed to get that because they were agreeable.
We went back and forth for a long time, discussing where and when and who. And then we had it. A solid plan.
It wasn’t foolproof. It didn’t mean we weren’t doing something dangerous. But it meant we were doing something and that was what we had been missing.
Everyone dispersed from the room an hour later, nodding and saying goodbye, off to protect their parts of the realm.
We had a city to protect, a pack to protect.
Kai and Hank left to organize the first hunt. It would tell us how this was going to go. Either really bad or how we wanted.
If we were going off track record, it was not going to go well for us. But if we were going off determination and that bastard called hope, then we had this.
The rogues were not going to know what hit them. Especially when it was my magic and shadow doing it.
26. The Hunt
Lorelai
I rode on Brax through the forest, our shadows joined, my magic lighting them up in purple pulses.
The rogues were close and their scent was strong.
We were the third hunting party to go out, and this was the first one I had been able to convince my Alphas I was healed enough to go on.
If I was healed enough to take their cocks, I was healed enough to hunt some rogues. That was just logic.
Which was how I had managed to get in on the action.
The first party had been a turning point. The rogues had seen us coming, but they had thought we couldn’t see them.
Learning that we could had been the surprise factor that we needed.
We wiped out at least seven of them. Not a huge number, but the rogues were still smart. They didn’t gather or roam in huge numbers, which made it hard to get them all in one go.
But it didn’t matter because at least we were on a level playing field now. We could sense them, we knew when they were coming for us.
It made all the difference.
As it did today.
We came up on a camp of rogues. They had a small shelter, the rogues spread out through the forest, trying to encircle us.
I threw my shadows and magic at them, blasting the first one that came at us back into a tree. The tree split, groaned, and fell with a thud.
The sound echoed, and then the fight started. Like the horn at the start of a race.
Brax swerved from a rogue as I blasted it away.
Kai had another hunting party on the other side of the forest. Derik was back at the city, in the link, telling us what he sensed, watching from the children’s nursery for anything coming up we couldn’t feel or see.
But we felt and saw it all.
Every rogue, every attack coming.
Our wolves mauled the untrained rogues and kept going until the camp was empty.
The flames were only embers by the time we had finished there, and the victory was sweet.
I jumped off Brax, looking over the camp.
There were mugs of half-drunk ale, satchels of weapons, a fire with a few huts put up around it.
I picked up the weapons and hung the satchel over my shoulder. I had promised Cain a specimen to find out how they had infused their poison. If it was magical, he could counteract it.
I was hoping for that but they could have made them like the humans. If that was the case, we had no way to stop them except to not get cut by them.
I poked my head in the huts and searched through for anything we could take back to help.
I frowned at a small leather pouch under a pillow.
I reached down and went to grab it.
‘Don’t,’ the whispers said in my head.
Their voice came with an ache it didn’t normally bring. I clutched my head as it throbbed and eyed the pouch.
“What is it?” I asked.
‘Nothing good. A trap,’ They warned.
I frowned and the urge to touch it was overwhelming. But the whispers were in my head warning me not to. They said don’t over and over again, their echoing voices getting worse.
And yet my hand still stretched out towards the pouch.
My magic riled inside me, my shadows hissing.
But I couldn’t stop the need to touch. It was a craving inside me that nothing could cure.
And then Brax was there, yanking me away from the pouch, pinning my arms to my side, “No,” he growled in an Alpha voice that made me shiver.
And broke through the need to touch.
I looked over at it and frowned, “I just wanted to–“
“I know but you can’t. That is spelled to make you touch it. But do that and you’ll be writhing in pain until the poison claims your life,” he said, glaring at it.
“How do you know?” I demanded.
He smirked but it was a dry amusement that I had learned he reserved for his past.
“It was part of the spell that was used on me when I turned. Heather’s idea of a joke obviously,” he said, a sneer on his lip.
I curled into him, still eyeing the pouch.
“I can’t wait to get my magic on her,” I said darkly.
“You and me both,” Brax muttered then stepped out of the hut.
We stepped back as Brax ordered the wolves to burn it all down.
They put torches to the huts and we watched it erupt in flames.
It lit instantly, burning high and bright, black smoke billowing up, carrying a heavy ashy scent with it.
“Another one down,” Brax smirked. I nodded then turned to the wolves. Half of them were naked, in human form and awaiting instructions.
“Put the dead on the burn pile then back to the city,” I said.
They nodded and started doing exactly that.
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