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The columns rise high above the bridge, casting deep shadows over the narrow walkway. The sides of the bridge are also adorned with numerous torches, their flickering flames casting a warm glow over the dark stone.
The sound of the wind whistling through the chasm echoes eerily, creating an ominous atmosphere that sends a chill down the spine. As we walk along the bridge, the sight of the fall below can be both breathtaking and terrifying. The darkness seems to stretch on for miles, and the sound of the wind seems to grow louder the closer one gets to the center of the bridge.
On the other side, Tristan steps onto the stone structure. Mark, Amara, Nico, and Lucy stand behind him, lingering in the tree line. They stay back as their Alpha walks forward to meet me, and my soul aches at the sight of them. How did I let it come to this? Enemies, standing on opposite ends of a bottomless chasm.
My hands shake as I tighten my grip on the stems of the tansies so much my knuckles go white. This cannot become a war.
All my life, I was alone, and now that there are people I love, I cannot lose them. No one can get hurt because of me.
‘Let me talk to him,’ I tell my father through the mindlink. ‘He won’t hurt me.’
‘You said those flowers in your hand were a declaration of war. You’ll excuse me if I don’t trust him,’ he replies, clenching his jaw.
We’re getting closer, my breath quickening with every step we take toward each other.
He’s stunning. His bronzed skin is taut over his muscled body, and his shoulder length chestnut hair is tussled. His golden amber eyes land on me, and my skin almost burns as he rakes his eyes over me, scanning me from head to toe.
My blonde hair is pinned up, and I’m dressed in a practical yet refined ensemble, courtesy of the nightwalkers. I’m wearing a dark red button-up shirt tucked into slim-fitting black pants. The shirt is tailored to perfection, and the sleek black leather boots that reach up to my mid-calf are polished to a high shine. The long, elegant black trench coat that drapes my shoulders flows behind me as I move.
No sign of harm. He needs to know that I’m safe.
I need to know that he’s safe.
‘Whatever happens, promise me you won’t harm him.’
‘Child,’ Marco’s voice echoes softly in the back of my mind, and he takes my hand in his.
‘Father, please…’ I beg, stopping short. I won’t take another step until he gives me his word, and I yank my hand away from his.
Wrong move.
Tristan watches our wordless interaction like a hawk, and I realize too late what it must look like to him.
His eyes darken, and the shift happens too fast. One second he’s standing a few feet away from us on the bridge, and then his wolf tears through him, transforming while I watch in horror.
Wait. No. No!
He charges across the bridge, but my father is ready. Marco pushes me to the side, but I’m not the one Tristan is coming for. My father’s shove sends me stumbling back to the ground before he lunges forward, closing the distance between him and my mate.
Tristan’s wolf form is even bigger than I remembered, his silky fur bristling with rage. My father’s sharp, elegant features are twisted into a deadly grimace. Their species were destined to be enemies, locked in battle by nature and the will of the gods.
Marco strikes against Tristan’s charge, his movements graceful and swift. He darts forward to avoid my mate’s fury, his hands outstretched like claws, but Tristan is just as fast to react. He leaps to the side, his massive paws slamming into the ground as he circles around my father.
For a long moment, they’re evenly matched, each one possessing incredible speed and strength. Marco is agile, darting in and out of Tristan’s reach with ease. The wolf is powerful, his massive jaws snapping at the air as he tries to catch the nightwalker that skirts out of his reach.
“Stop!” I watch in horror, picking myself up from the floor with a wince. The tansies are crumpled beneath me on the ground.
“Tristan, stop. It’s not what you think!” I shout, but neither one of them so much as glances in my direction. Everything is a blur of fangs and claws, and my stomach is twisted into a knot of terror.
They’re going to tear each other into pieces. I’m shaking,
But then, Tristan sees his chance. My father hesitates for just a moment, but it’s enough. My mate pounces. He slams into the Night King with the full force of his massive body, knocking him to the ground, his teeth lingering over his throat.
Everything inside me is shaking, and there’s a ringing in my ears as the final tether holding me back snaps. My skin feels like it’s on fire, my bones aching as everything inside me rearranges.
Enough.
I transform then and there, shifting into a wolf with glistening white fur and glowing violet eyes.
And just like that, the girl is gone.
I’m a nightwalker. I am a wolf. I am not just something in between but something more altogether.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. My senses are even more heightened than before, my instincts razor-sharp. I can smell the earth and the trees of the forest on the mountains, and sense the others hesitating on the edge of the bridge. I can hear the rustling of the leaves and the distant sounds of the nightwalker’s citadel behind me. I can feel the cool breeze on my fur, the hard stone ground beneath my paws.
I look down at myself, and I’m amazed by what I see. My body has become lean and graceful, and my coat is thick and luxurious, rippling with every movement I make. My fur is pure white, glistening in the moonlight. My paws are massive, with sharp claws that could tear through anyone who might harm me. My ears are pointed, and my tail is thick and bushy.
I can feel the strength and power of my wolf form coursing through my veins. I’m faster, stronger, more agile than I’ve ever been before. It’s like nothing can hold me back anymore.
Even more intense than the physical change is this sense that this power… this spirit has been inside me all along.
All it took to let it out was accepting my vampire heritage enough to feed on my ancestor’s blood and then watching my mate and my father locked in a deadly battle that threatened to destroy them both.
Go figure.
I lunge forward, shoving Tristan off Marco as my father rolls to the side out of the way. We tumble over each other, entangled in one another. My mate locks eyes with me, and we are violet and gold. I feel it then like I never felt it before, the bond between us, our minds at long last linked. When I speak to him through my thoughts, I know he can hear me.
‘You can’t kill him, Tristan. He’s my father.’
We stagger apart only to circle each other for a moment, his gaze trained on mine. My words seem to take a moment to register, and Tristan shakes his head, a shiver running over his fur as he glances over at the Night King behind me and then back at me.
‘Your father?’ he repeats, his voice a dazed rumble that reverberates through me.
Even after he was defeated, one blow away from death, my father manages to hold himself with a degree of grace. He rises to his feet in a single, swift motion, dusting off his suit as he watches us intently to see what happens next.
‘Are you a wolf or a vampire?’ my mate asks, and I’m surprised by the genuine curiosity behind the question. Some of the anger seems to have drained out of him, replaced by astonishment and sheer confusion.
‘I-I think… I’m both.’
He stops circling me then, watching me then for a moment and drinking in the sight of this new form.
‘You’re beautiful.’
My heartbeat quickens, a hunger building within me. Wolves, I realize, have even less restraint than humans. Adrenaline mixes with desire, and I cannot tell whether he is going to tear me apart or make me whole.
Marco takes a step forward in my direction, and my mate lets out a deep, warning growl.
‘Tristan,’ I plead.
‘I don’t want to fight you,’ he replies slowly, his voice low as he returns his attention to me.
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