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“And so are the rest of the pack so let’s get that powder to them, yeah?” I said.
Mom chucked us each a leather pouch. It had powder in it.
“Don’t sniff it,” she warned.
I hadn’t been planning on it but I appreciated the idea.
I tucked the pouch into my dress then looked to Mom and Galen, “Protect the huts?” I asked.
They knew I meant protect what was beneath them and nodded.
With a quick thank you, I took off with Cain and Brax to where the packs were fighting the rogues.
It was messy and there were so many wolves. The rogues were all black though so they were easy to differentiate.
I pulled a small bit of powder out and ripped a rogue from Taylor, blowing powder in the rogue’s nose.
It dropped and she nodded at me in thanks.
‘Send us the rogues, we have a sleeping powder,’ I said in the link. Taylor nodded and started throwing them at me as she moved through them.
I powdered each one, their bodies dropping one by one.
Brax and Cain worked their way through their parts too.
But no matter how many rogues we made it through, it felt like they were never going to be gone.
There were so many. More than we had seen in the mountain and it gave me hope that maybe the ones we had helped escape had actually gotten out.
Once we had finally made it through the wave of rogues, Derik and Kai came padding over, the rest of the pack on high alert, waiting for the next one.
But it never came.
Instead the realm shook, the sky thundering as we all steadied ourselves. The ground quaked and Derik’s wolf held me up.
I looked over the forest and as far as I could see, there was nothing but trees. But I knew there was more.
The witches were coming.
I shivered as the temperature in the realm dropped to freezing.
‘The tunnels are trying to collapse,’ Ryleigh said, sounding like she was straining.
Shit.
‘Beenie?’ I asked. She hated having any kind of link but I’d ask for forgiveness later.
‘We’re stabilizing them, we have extra supports. I don’t think the witches know we are here, they are just making an entrance. The children are fine,’ she said.
I took her word for it and concentrated on the forest.
It was groaning and looked like it was growing darker.
The sky definitely was.
And the rogues were starting to stir. Already.
“I don’t mean to doubt your mother, Spitfire. But wasn’t this powder meant to last for a few hours not minutes?” Brax asked as they all started blinking, their bodies rising in wolf form.
Everyone waited, tense to see what the rogues were going to do.
Kai nudged me back, ‘Go. Back to the hut. Protect it,’ he said. I didn’t want to leave them but they had trained for the rogues.
I had to save my chance for the witches.
So I ran back to where Mom and Galen were steadying themselves against the rising rogues we had put out before.
Brax smothered them all in shadow, putting them back out before they had a chance to get their bearings.
I turned with a smirk, about to tell Brax that his little trick was impressive, but that’s when I saw the blood leaking out of his nose.
He winced and held his head.
“Brax, stop. We can beat them with our normal shadows,” I said.
He nodded, panting as we went to stand with Mom and Galen. He shook off whatever weakness had tried to take him down as the fight started with the rogues again.
I waited, making sure nothing was getting through. I eyed the hut, the craving to go to my children making me feel hopeless.
I tried to fight it, keep the determination and will to survive alive, but it was hard when the rogues were attacking my mates.
“Well, you lot are keeping busy, aren’t you?” Evelyn smirked as she blurred in front of us. She was dressed in a black lace top over a red corset. Her black leather pants were strapped with weapons and her boots were thigh high.
I aspired to her level of hot when I fought.
But today was not that day.
I didn’t bother checking over the dress I wore; I knew it didn’t measure up.
Evelyn’s five warriors blurred in behind her.
They looked angry–at her.
The one with the straight white hair did anyway.
“You can’t just make decisions and take off, Eve; we didn’t plan to leave the territory for this fight,” he snapped.
“Calm down. The territory is not in danger when what the witches want is right here,” she smirked, eyeing me up and down before eyeing the hut I kept glancing at.
I wasn’t sure what she was planning, but I was ready for it.
She blurred, and I slammed my magic up at the door a second before she got there.
She rebounded back off it.
She went flying, laughing as she landed on her feet.
Her warriors went to defend Evelyn, but my shadows expected that, swarming them and keeping them there with my magic.
Evelyn laughed harder and clapped her hands, brushing her hair back.
“Easy, Mama Bear. I just wanted to see if it was true. You don’t look like much. Thought I’d test it. You passed,” she smiled.
I narrowed my eyes on her. “You stay away from the hut,” I warned. She held her arms up in surrender.
“Swear on the blood I drink. Now if you don’t mind. I am rather fond of my men. Could you please release them from your little magic, shadow bind?” she asked sweetly.
I sighed and dropped it. The warriors fell out but they seemed more annoyed with Eve than me.
“Thanks. Anyway, we should head over and help with the rogues, we need them out of here before the witches come or we’re probably going to die,” Evelyn said casually.
“Wow, the optimism of vampires,” Brax sneered.
Evelyn didn’t seem fazed.
“They will get even worse when the witches get here. They’ll want to impress their master and work harder to do it.”
“You can’t kill them, the rogues are witches. Captive ones, it’s not their fault,” I said.
Eve smiled but it wasn’t a nice one this time. “And it is not our fault they were captured. I appreciate your sympathy for them but I do not hold the same. Your kind have your orders, and I have mine,” she said then blurred off toward the edge of the village and the forest where the fight was still going.
I wanted to stop her, ask her to have mercy on them but I had a feeling she was used to doing what she wanted and wouldn’t appreciate me ordering her.
We also couldn’t afford to lose their help.
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