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I sed hard, h a group of six Sons, firing and stalking, firing and stalking, until the cover of the battle took hiht

I itched to move, to help, but I was under strict orders to wait for ainst htest chance of ending her, I needed to stick to the damn plan

Easier fucking said than done, when every fiber ofscreamed out to track Benedict and stand athim till the bitter end

Power surged in s lowered, aching to tear into the flesh of the ed up on a wolf and were stabbing and shooting at it, the whi even my ears

Anger rose inoverrun, and I raisedit Fuck hiding That creature needed help, and the Hunters and Assassins were tied up with their own stor the vampires down

With half a thought, I wieldedthe wolf, and ran into the fray I could feel the weight of their bodies through the strings ofto each of them, and by the ti in the air I gave therassy terrain, their screams fuel to the wrath in my blood

They would not survive the fall

I knelt by the as whi its beautiful sandy coat “It’s going to be okay,” I said, ht of the wounded creature

I closed my eyes and laid ht over the wounds Slowly, the gashes closed, but there was nothing I could do about the blood loss it had already suffered I just had to hope closing the wounds would be enough to save the—

A half-snarl half-scream sounded above the noise of the battle, and my blood turned to ice

Benedict

I ran toward the sound,Sons and wolves and varound where my mate had roared from—

I skidded to a halt,

Benedict fired his last round toward my mother—toward Genevieve—and she deflected it with a too-easy shield of purple energy He lowered the gun, his free hand fisting sos at her

“Who told you about this?” Genevieve asked as casually as if she were asking him what kind of tea he liked She stalked toward hi froer at her side, having descended into the battle the second they realized they were outmatched with the aid of the Assassins