Bloodrose
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Lumine didn’t flinch, but I saw her throat move as she swallowed. “How interesting.”
“Let’s try that again,” Efron said. “But make it sporting, shall we? Emile! Sabine!”
The two wolves leapt to their feet. Emile bolted toward Shay, but Sabine whirled on Efron. She lunged at the hand he was using to summon the wraith, crushing his fingers in her jaws. He shrieked, falling to his knees in front of the chair. His eyes bulged in disbelief as Sabine dropped his bloodied hand only to knock him onto his back.
Efron’s blood-choked screams pulled Emile around. He howled his fury and barreled down on her. Sabine’s focus didn’t waver. She had Efron pinned. Still snarling, she struck again and again, tearing his throat apart. When he stopped clawing at her fur, she shifted into human form and spat on him.
“Weren’t expecting that, were you.” She gazed at his body. “Bastard.” She spat again.
Logan ran to his father’s side, but the elder Keeper was already dead. Efron’s throat had been so ravaged that his head was nearly severed from his body. Logan fell back, drawing his knees to his chest and hiding his face. Sabine turned on him, snarling as he cowered beside Efron’s corpse.
“Sabine!” Ethan shouted. His crossbow bolt whizzed past Emile, who slammed into her. She was sent spiraling through the air, crashing in a heap against the stones of the fireplace. My father howled and hurtled across the room. Ren and Bryn chased after him with Ethan firing bolts as they rushed to her aid. Emile spun around, ignoring the bolts that hit his shoulder and flank. His eyes were locked on my father.
Ethan jumped over Emile’s crouching, snarling wolf form, throwing himself protectively over Sabine’s limp body. While the Searcher kept watch over Sabine, my father and Emile stalked toward each other, ignoring the chaos around them.
Lumine gasped, her hands going to her neck. She began to tremble, but she quickly drew another flaming symbol. A wraith bloomed before her.
“Protect me!” she shrieked at it.
The wraith swirled around her like a cloak as she scrambled for the door.
I snarled, wanting to fight, but Shay was the only one who could fight off wraiths.
“Shay!” Adne screamed as wraith-draped Lumine approached us, forcing us away from the door.
“Stay with me!” Lumine hissed at her slithering bodyguard as she ran from the library. “Don’t let them near me!” The wraith oozed away from us, taking Lumine out of the room as it moved.
Shay ran to us, gazing after her retreat, but Connor grabbed his arm. “Let her go. Our fight is here.”
Shay nodded, though his jaw twitched in frustration.
“We have to be sure Logan doesn’t make a run for it,” Connor said to Shay. “You need to watch him while we help the others.”
Shay glanced at Logan, who was rocking back and forth where he sat, his head still hidden behind his knees. “I don’t think he’s going anywhere.”
“I would say the same thing if he were unconscious,” Connor said. “We need to keep him here.”
“I’ll stick with Shay,” Adne said, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward Logan. “You help the others.”
Bryn! I called to her. Get to Adne and Shay. You need to protect them.
She wheeled around, rushing to act as a sentinel for the Scion and our Weaver. On it!
I ran with Connor across the room to where Ethan was cradling Sabine against his body. She wasn’t moving, and we weren’t close enough for me to know if she was even alive. I needed to help her if I could.
But my eyes kept moving to the other side of the library. Emile and my father squared off, now only a few feet apart, snarling at each other while Ren stood bristling at my father’s flank. But the younger wolf could have been invisible for all the attention the other two wolves gave him. Their gazes were locked, full of hate.
My father lifted his muzzle and howled a challenge. Emile responded with an answering cry, his bulky muscles rippling as he pawed the ground, fury building. The fight they’d both been waiting for as long as they’d been rival alphas was about to begin.
TWENTY-FIVE
MY FATHER SNARLED, dropping his muzzle low as he stalked sideways, watching Emile.
The Bane alpha shook spittle from his jaws, giving a final howl.
They both leapt, throwing their bodies at each other with such force that I thought their bones would shatter.
“Calla!” Connor’s shout pulled my gaze off the battling wolves. “Help us!”
Ethan repositioned Sabine against his chest, propping her up. “She’s breathing, but I think she’s hurt.”
Sabine stirred in his arms, groaning softly.
“Better safe than sorry,” Connor said, locking my gaze.
I nodded, shifting forms to bite my wrist. Taking Sabine’s chin in my hand, I opened her mouth, pressing my bleeding arm to her lips. She swallowed immediately.
“If she’s hurt, it’s not bad,” I said as she drank. “Maybe a broken bone or two.”
“That’s not bad?” Ethan asked, stroking her hair.
“Not for us,” I said.
Sabine’s eyelids snapped open. She pushed my arm away, wiping off her mouth.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” I braceleted the wound on my wrist to stop the blood flow and let the punctures close.
Her gaze moved to Ethan. His Adam’s apple moved up and down as he swallowed hard, running his finger over her cheek.
“Ethan,” she whispered.
He drew her shaking body into his arms. “It’s over now.”
He was partly right. With Efron dead, one nightmare had ended for Sabine. But that was a single battle and we were still in the middle of a war.
Connor went to join Adne and Shay as they watched over Logan. The Keeper was still huddled in a ball. Bryn stalked around him, snarling.
I shifted forms, moving as silently as I could toward my father and Emile. They were both bloodied, despite the short time they’d been fighting. Gashes marred my father’s right side, while a flap of torn flesh hung from Emile’s chest.
I slid behind Emile, ready to spring. But my father’s voice was suddenly in my mind.
Stay out of this, Calla. That’s an order.
But— I snarled, drawing Emile’s attention. He barked a warning at me.
Relying on your whelp, Stephen?
Like I said, Calla. My father growled. Stay away. This isn’t your fight.
“Let’s try that again,” Efron said. “But make it sporting, shall we? Emile! Sabine!”
The two wolves leapt to their feet. Emile bolted toward Shay, but Sabine whirled on Efron. She lunged at the hand he was using to summon the wraith, crushing his fingers in her jaws. He shrieked, falling to his knees in front of the chair. His eyes bulged in disbelief as Sabine dropped his bloodied hand only to knock him onto his back.
Efron’s blood-choked screams pulled Emile around. He howled his fury and barreled down on her. Sabine’s focus didn’t waver. She had Efron pinned. Still snarling, she struck again and again, tearing his throat apart. When he stopped clawing at her fur, she shifted into human form and spat on him.
“Weren’t expecting that, were you.” She gazed at his body. “Bastard.” She spat again.
Logan ran to his father’s side, but the elder Keeper was already dead. Efron’s throat had been so ravaged that his head was nearly severed from his body. Logan fell back, drawing his knees to his chest and hiding his face. Sabine turned on him, snarling as he cowered beside Efron’s corpse.
“Sabine!” Ethan shouted. His crossbow bolt whizzed past Emile, who slammed into her. She was sent spiraling through the air, crashing in a heap against the stones of the fireplace. My father howled and hurtled across the room. Ren and Bryn chased after him with Ethan firing bolts as they rushed to her aid. Emile spun around, ignoring the bolts that hit his shoulder and flank. His eyes were locked on my father.
Ethan jumped over Emile’s crouching, snarling wolf form, throwing himself protectively over Sabine’s limp body. While the Searcher kept watch over Sabine, my father and Emile stalked toward each other, ignoring the chaos around them.
Lumine gasped, her hands going to her neck. She began to tremble, but she quickly drew another flaming symbol. A wraith bloomed before her.
“Protect me!” she shrieked at it.
The wraith swirled around her like a cloak as she scrambled for the door.
I snarled, wanting to fight, but Shay was the only one who could fight off wraiths.
“Shay!” Adne screamed as wraith-draped Lumine approached us, forcing us away from the door.
“Stay with me!” Lumine hissed at her slithering bodyguard as she ran from the library. “Don’t let them near me!” The wraith oozed away from us, taking Lumine out of the room as it moved.
Shay ran to us, gazing after her retreat, but Connor grabbed his arm. “Let her go. Our fight is here.”
Shay nodded, though his jaw twitched in frustration.
“We have to be sure Logan doesn’t make a run for it,” Connor said to Shay. “You need to watch him while we help the others.”
Shay glanced at Logan, who was rocking back and forth where he sat, his head still hidden behind his knees. “I don’t think he’s going anywhere.”
“I would say the same thing if he were unconscious,” Connor said. “We need to keep him here.”
“I’ll stick with Shay,” Adne said, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward Logan. “You help the others.”
Bryn! I called to her. Get to Adne and Shay. You need to protect them.
She wheeled around, rushing to act as a sentinel for the Scion and our Weaver. On it!
I ran with Connor across the room to where Ethan was cradling Sabine against his body. She wasn’t moving, and we weren’t close enough for me to know if she was even alive. I needed to help her if I could.
But my eyes kept moving to the other side of the library. Emile and my father squared off, now only a few feet apart, snarling at each other while Ren stood bristling at my father’s flank. But the younger wolf could have been invisible for all the attention the other two wolves gave him. Their gazes were locked, full of hate.
My father lifted his muzzle and howled a challenge. Emile responded with an answering cry, his bulky muscles rippling as he pawed the ground, fury building. The fight they’d both been waiting for as long as they’d been rival alphas was about to begin.
TWENTY-FIVE
MY FATHER SNARLED, dropping his muzzle low as he stalked sideways, watching Emile.
The Bane alpha shook spittle from his jaws, giving a final howl.
They both leapt, throwing their bodies at each other with such force that I thought their bones would shatter.
“Calla!” Connor’s shout pulled my gaze off the battling wolves. “Help us!”
Ethan repositioned Sabine against his chest, propping her up. “She’s breathing, but I think she’s hurt.”
Sabine stirred in his arms, groaning softly.
“Better safe than sorry,” Connor said, locking my gaze.
I nodded, shifting forms to bite my wrist. Taking Sabine’s chin in my hand, I opened her mouth, pressing my bleeding arm to her lips. She swallowed immediately.
“If she’s hurt, it’s not bad,” I said as she drank. “Maybe a broken bone or two.”
“That’s not bad?” Ethan asked, stroking her hair.
“Not for us,” I said.
Sabine’s eyelids snapped open. She pushed my arm away, wiping off her mouth.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.” I braceleted the wound on my wrist to stop the blood flow and let the punctures close.
Her gaze moved to Ethan. His Adam’s apple moved up and down as he swallowed hard, running his finger over her cheek.
“Ethan,” she whispered.
He drew her shaking body into his arms. “It’s over now.”
He was partly right. With Efron dead, one nightmare had ended for Sabine. But that was a single battle and we were still in the middle of a war.
Connor went to join Adne and Shay as they watched over Logan. The Keeper was still huddled in a ball. Bryn stalked around him, snarling.
I shifted forms, moving as silently as I could toward my father and Emile. They were both bloodied, despite the short time they’d been fighting. Gashes marred my father’s right side, while a flap of torn flesh hung from Emile’s chest.
I slid behind Emile, ready to spring. But my father’s voice was suddenly in my mind.
Stay out of this, Calla. That’s an order.
But— I snarled, drawing Emile’s attention. He barked a warning at me.
Relying on your whelp, Stephen?
Like I said, Calla. My father growled. Stay away. This isn’t your fight.
