Chapter Twenty-Four #2
“Trust me, I’ll make sure you won’t fall. It will feel like you’ve been running on four paws all your life.”
The other two idiots have given up their fight, and they amble over to us.
Brodie sits on his haunches and releases a reassuring yip, while Liam nudges his huge, polar bear head against my chest in reassurance, and I just about tip over.
Gryffin grabs me, stopping me from falling backwards into the snow-covered parking lot.
A shadow overhead has me looking up to see Hunter breathe a steam of fire, melting the snow in a line toward the thick forest we need to travel through.
“Won’t he burn the forest down?” I ask as Gryffin helps me stand.
“He won’t be able to melt the snow under the trees.
We will have to plow through that ourselves, but don’t worry, our animals will move across it like it isn’t even there.
It’s just the expanse of flat plain before the village that he will help with.
To be honest, it isn’t that bad. I did it with no problems. He’s just trying to make it easier for you. Mostly, he is our eyes in the sky.”
“But the thick tree coverage will make it hard for him to see,” I argue.
He winces. “He has great eyesight, but it’s not like he could be on the ground with us anyway. A dragon would knock the forest down, not move through it stealthily.”
He has a point, and I hadn’t thought about that. I just don’t like the idea of splitting up.
“Okay, but promise you won’t leave me?” I ask him, and he pulls me into a hug.
“Never. I promise.” He pulls back and looks like he’s going to kiss me. I hold my breath and wait, but Liam shoves his head between us and grunts.
“Cockblock,” Gryffin mutters, but he pulls away and shifts into his tiger. I take a deep breath and picture myself turning into a tiger like the huge creature that yawns lazily in front of me. My magic explodes, and I shift, the bite of pain familiar now.
My senses expand, and my whiskers twitch as my tiger scans our surroundings.
I take a back seat as she leaps forward toward the forest, following the bear and the wolf as they take the lead.
Gryffin’s tiger, who is bigger and more muscular than mine, sticks to my side like glue, and when we stumble, he uses his body to support us so we don’t fall on our head.
After a few yards, we seem to get control over our body, and she leaps forward with more speed.
Gryffin matches our pace and chuffs his approval as we reach the forest and move through the crowded trees with ease.
I have no idea where we are going, but I am comfortable with allowing the guys to lead.
My tiger’s eyesight can see a lot farther than I can, and her sense of smell is so much stronger than mine.
She can even feel the vibrations of small critters taking cover from the predators that now grace the forest.
I lose track of time and allow my mind to wander, confident that my tiger is in control.
What are we going to find when we get to the village?
Where are the equines? Has something sinister happened to them or are they under curfew for their protection?
They are considered prey animals and would probably be fairly vulnerable to any feral shifters who hide in the Aramis Rift.
Apparently, there is a tunnel that leads through the rift, which allows access to the vampire kingdom of Eryx, but the actual mountain range is wild and untamed and a perfect place for the ferals to hide from their punishment.
Despite being feral, their animals still long for packs, and they occasionally leave the rift in search of something they’ve mostly forgotten in their feral state.
We’ve been running for at least an hour, and my tiger is starting to puff from exertion when a strange scent hits my nose.
The others must smell it too, because they slow down, their bodies tense with anticipation.
Before we can figure out what has put us on high alert, though, a twang echoes through the trees, and an arrow hits Liam directly.
I slide to a stop and watch in horror as his snow white chest bleeds to red, and he tumbles over, an arrow sticking out of his torso.
I lose my shift, and my human form explodes out of me. I find myself on all fours, the snow cold against my human skin as I scream in horror.
“Liam, no!” I scramble toward him as blood seeps across his white fur before dripping into the snow, creating red craters where it lands.
Figures jump down from the trees and circle us. My wolf and tiger growl in warning as they flank Liam and me to protect us, but we are outmanned.
I hear a man chuckle evilly. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? A queen and her useless protectors.”
“I call it a pay day, Alpha. Did you see the way I took out the polar bear? His pelt will make a nice rug for my floor. I want to fuck the queen on it,” a raspy, low voice says as I get to Liam and drag his polar bear head into my lap.
His eyes stare blankly up at the sky, and I know instantly from the aching hole inside me that he is gone.
I sob, completely heartbroken at the loss of my mate.
“Kill the wolf and tiger and bring me the queen. We will have some fun with her before we get rid of her as well.”
I lift my head and glare at the dirty blond male who is in charge. He’s stocky but not very tall, and his face has a scar across one eye.
My gaze slides around to the other men with him. All of them have weapons aimed at us, some holding bows and others guns. We are completely outgunned, even with Gryffin and Brodie to defend us.
“Why?” I snarl. “What do you gain from all this?” If we’re going to die, I want to know why.
“Like Brant said. We’re going to be rich for taking out the queen and freeing up the royal power for someone else to claim.
Hell, maybe I’ll be king now—a lion king.
It’s only right that the king of the jungle is king of the shifters.
” This must be the head alpha of Zalfari.
We knew they were suspicious, but this is beyond bold. This is war.
They don’t know that they don’t need to kill me. The power is up for grabs now that one of my mates is dead, but they don’t know Liam is my mate, and I’m not going to enlighten them.
Before I can reply to his ridiculous claim, a thunderous roar echoes through the forest, and the shifters surrounding us bristle with agitation. I glance up and smile sadly. Hunter is about to descend on us, but it’s too late to save Liam.
“What the fuck is that?” one of them asks, looking skyward, and I feel a deadly smile cross my lips.
“That is your worst nightmare,” I tell them as Hunter crashes through the trees, splintering wood and sending branches flying.
He lands and sprays a burst of fire at the fleeing shifters.
Two of them disintegrate on the spot as Micah leaps from Hunter and aims his crossbow at another, shooting him through the back.
He grunts and falls to the snow, spread eagle and very dead, an arrow piercing his heart just like my mate.
Three down, eleven more to go. Those eleven have found cover behind trees, though, and they start to fire back.
Hunter ambles forward and puts himself between me and the line of fire, bullets pinging harmlessly off his dragon scales.
My wolf and tiger leap forward and attack, dodging bullets and arrows.
The two shifters they target abandon their weapons and shift.
Two wolves take their place as Brodie and Gryffin lunge at them, their teeth and claws digging into fur.
I hear another gunshot and then a grunt, and I look over to find Micah has been hit.
A bullet hole in his arm causes blood to run down his bicep, and he drops the crossbow before snatching a gun out of his hip holster with his left hand and firing.
Seeing his blood triggers something feral inside me.
My magic explodes out of me, and I shift into my hydra form.
All eight heads roar with anger as I push past Hunter, who is chomping down on a screaming man.
Brodie and Gryffin have both taken care of the shifters they were fighting, leaving eight alive, including the man who killed Liam and their lion leader.
Their mouths drop open in shock as they stare up at me. “What the fuck is that?” the one who killed Liam asks, and the lion starts to back up.