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The world tilted the moment Milly was torn from my side. One second, she was crouched over our daughter, whispering strength into Envy’s ear, and the next, she was flung like a ragdoll across the field. Her scream cut short as if someone had ripped the air out of her lungs. I moved. Fast. Age be damned, muscle and bone still answered the call of rage. My boots tore through grass, every stride burning with the singr thought: get to her. But before I closed the distance, white–hot light seared across my shoulder. It burned like liquid fire, spun me off my feet, and mmed me into the dirt. My ears rang. My vision blurred. But nothing could drown out the scent. Milly’s blood. Itced the air, sharp and coppery, thick enough that Tobias snarled inside me. My wolf wed at the edges of my skin, desperate, relentless. “<i>She’s </i><i>ours</i>. <i>They’ve </i><i>spilled </i><i>her </i><i>blood</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>I forced my head up. Envyy in the circle, still clinging to Felix, her body convulsing as the change ripped through her bones. My boys, <i>our </i><i>boys</i>, formed a wall around her, shoulders braced, weapons of tooth and w ready. Mchi, Julius, and Arztec fought like storms unleashed, their Lycan forms towering over the chaos. Still, the witches‘ magic rained down like jagged lightning, searing the earth, cracking stones, and throwing men sideways.
But my eyes found her again. Milly. <i>My </i><i>mate</i><i>. </i>Shey crumpled beneath a tree, dark hair tangled, blood slicking the roots around her. Her chest lifted shallow, too shallow. And through the smoke and chaos, I saw a figure of a witch gliding toward her with hands lifted, fingers curled like talons ready to strike. Tobias roared, a sound that ripped through my ribs, rattled my teeth, and split my skull. My vision went red.
“Tear <i>their </i><i>fucking </i><i>throats </i><i>out</i><i>,</i>” I growled, and Tobias surged forward, taking me with him. The shift hit hard, but I didn’t fight it; I weed it. Bones snapped, lengthened, split skin. My hands split into ws, my teeth into fangs. My chest broadened, my senses red wide, and the air filled with a thousand heartbeats, a thousand scents, but I locked onto hers. <i>Milly</i><i>. </i><i>My </i><i>mate</i>. <i>My </i><i>world</i><i>. </i>The witch raised a hand, light pooling in her palm. Too slow. Tobias and I lunged as one, fury propelling us faster than thought. My jaws mped down before she could release the spell. Her scream was cut short as I ripped into her throat, hot blood spraying across my muzzle. She copsed in a heap of robes and ash at Milly’s feet. I nted myself between my mate and the war. My fur bristled, my breath came in hot snarls, my ws dug trenches into the dirt.
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“You’ll <i>not </i><i>touch </i><i>her </i>again,” Tobias thundered through me. “<i>Not </i><i>while </i><i>we </i><i>breathe</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>
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Milly stirred, a small sound leaving her lips, but she didn’t wake. I bent low, pressed my muzzle to her chest, and felt the weak but steady thump of her heart. Relief cracked through the rage, but only for a heartbeat. Around us, the battlefield roared on, witches screaming incantations, wolves snarling, the air alive with fire and frost. Tobias and I agreed, we couldn’t move, wouldn’t move. Our duty above all else is to protect our mate.
<b>Theo </b>
The battlefield was chaos.. My ears rang with every explosion of light, every scream of man and wolf. But my focus stayed locked on one ce, the circle where my father still knelt, hands bound with Envy’s, his soul being pulled piece by piece into her so the child could live. He had chosen this. Chosen death in ce of her and the pup. I hated it, hated the quiet eptance in his eyes when he told me this was what he <i>owed</i>. But if he fell before he could give that gift, then it was all for nothing. And I would not, could not, let that happen. I fought like hell around him, de in one hand, ws ripping with the other. My wolf surged under my skin, urging me to tear and maul until nothing stood, but I forced control, because reckless meant leaving a gap in the wall around my father. And there could be no gaps. Not tonight. A warlock lunged for the circle, robes ring, eyes zing with dark fire. I intercepted, ramming my shoulder into his chest and driving him into the dirt. His spell cracked into the ground instead of my father’s heart. I drove my de through his ribs, hot blood spilling across my hands, and snarled into his
face, “Not today.”
But there were too many. Always more. They came in waves, their voices tangling into a
chant that made my skin crawl. Sparks flew, streaks of light hissed across the field, and I barely managed to duck one before it shattered the tree behind me into splinters. I gritted my teeth, nted myself back in front of the circle, and cut down another. But exhaustion was wing at me already. My arms burned. My lungs heaved. And still they
came.
“Stay down!” I shouted, spinning and driving a witch back with the t of my de before she could breach the line. My eyes flicked once to my father. His head was bowed, but his grip on Envy never faltered. His face was pale, too pale, but steady. He met my
eyes across the space, just for a breath.
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<i>Protect </i><i>her</i><i>, </i>his gaze said. <i>Let </i>me <i>do </i><i>this</i>.
Another spell struck me in the side, heatncing through my ribs. I staggered, roared, swung back on instinct, and caught the caster in the throat. Blood sprayed. But I was slowing. My knees threatened to buckle. Onest witch came at me, faster than the others, her hands dripping with violet fire. I brought my de up, blocked once, twice, then mmed into her with everything I had left. We went down together, rolling in mud and blood. I drove my fist into her face, once, twice, until bone cracked under my knuckles. She screamed, wing at my side, trying to get close enough to burn me alive. I forced her back, but the world tilted. My breath came shallow. ck crept at the edges of my vision.
<i>Not </i><i>now</i><i>, </i>I thought. <i>Not </i><i>before </i><i>he’s </i><i>finished</i>. <i>Not </i><i>before </i><i>I’ve </i><i>kept </i><i>him </i><i>safe</i>.
But the dark was stronger. It pulled me under, heavy and merciless, until I couldn’t feel the ground beneath me anymore.
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