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All at once, every word and action Breyona had made burned into my mind. Her gloomy mood, the questions about Vampire’s and mates, her sudden desire to research Vampire’s.
His nameshe had told me the name of her mate.
Giovanni
“Giovanni, what is this?” Tristan spat, his icy eyes hardening as he took in the close proximity between him and Breyona.
“I have found my mate, Tristan.” Giovanni’s voice held strength and conviction; emotions difficult to falsify. “It is time you leave Daisy alone, and allow her to find her own.”
The words seem to physically wound Tristan as his smooth face quickly became grim and pale with anger. Two things happened simultaneously. Tristan lunged forward, with speed I had never anticipated, slamming into Giovanni. Giovanni had managed to shove Breyona behind him, and I watched as her bottom hit the pavement.
“Daisy, get Breyona.” Alpha Nolan snarled, fighting off the four remaining Vampire’s himself, struggling to stand his ground. “Get her inside the house!”
“No.” Breyona snapped, pushing herself from the pavement. “I’m not leaving him.”
I watched in stunned silence as Breyona’s bones snapped sickeningly, and fur sprouted from her body.
Her clothes tore into small scraps, falling to the pavement like confetti. With deafening snarl, she tackled one of the Vampire’s fighting Alpha Nolan.
Tristan and Giovanni circled each other, their faces dark and unyielding. Blood coated Giovanni’s face, and I wondered if it were Tristan’s or his own. Without enough time to think, I lunged at one of the remaining Vampires. I knew Nolan would be pissed with me later on, but I refused to leave him as well.
The Vampire fought defensively, trying to restrain my hands and shove me away. A snarl tore ripped through my throat as he slammed his hand into the hilt of the knife in my stomach, digging it further into my flesh. The sharp scent of my blood filled the air, but I let the scent and my anger fuel me.
I wrapped my hand around the hilt of the blade, pulling it from my stomach with a painful hiss. Agony radiated throughout my body, blurring my vision. I barreled into the Vampire, gritting my teeth against the pain. The blade sunk into his chest with a sickening thud, growing beads of blood seeping through his shirt.
I stumbled back and watched as the fight quickly came to an end. Breyona had k****d another Vampire, and Alpha Nolan was pressing forward against the last. Giovanni seemed to have the upper hand, slamming his shoulder into Tristan’s chest, nearly knocking them both to the ground.
Giovanni had been a moment too late as he registered the knife in Tristan’s hand. Tristan used his surprise against him, sending him stepping back with a slash of the knife. A scream tore through
Breyona as Tristan lunged with dangerous accuracy, sinking the wide blade into Giovanni’s chest.
Breyona tore past Tristan, his presence ignored as she clamored to Giovanni. My eyes were set on
Tristan, who stepped away from Giovanni with a grim smile on his face.
“Never had I expected you to change sides. Of all people Giovanni, your d***h disappoints me the most.”
Icy prickles danced across my skin, settling in my bones with sickening familiarity. Shadows danced from the forest line, gathering behind Tristan like a looming cloud. They glided over to Tristan, wrapping around him in a shimmering cocoon. A few tendrils circled around my feet, as if they were greeting a friend.
Nearly a second later, the shadows around him thinned, and Tristan was gone.
The street was silent apart from Breyona’s gut-wrenching cries. I stumbled over to her, kneeling beside her. Her face was rigid, grim lines etched onto her face. Even without my heightened senses, I could tell Giovanni was d***g. The knife had been torn from his chest, leaving a gaping wound behind. His blood flowed steadily, absorbed by his dark t-shirt.
“Save him, Daisy.” Breyona hissed so quietly, I nearly missed her words.
“Breyonathe price is too steep.” I croaked, pain constricting in my chest.
“I don’t care. I’ll pay it.” Breyona turned her eyes to me, anger burning in her gaze. “I’ll pay anything. Do it, Daisy!”
Even with my muddled thinking, I knew what I would do. I had watched the life drain from Adrienne, and saw the sorrow in Mason’s eyes as he accepted her rejection. I wouldn’t allow Breyona to go through the same. If the price was someone’s life, I was terrified of what she might do.
“Don’t!” Alpha Nolan spoke, but I had made up my mind.
The shadows that had lingered surged at the sound of my voice, their icy licks caressing my skin. Their smooth voices filled my mind, greeting an old friend who had called on them yet again.
‘Save Giovanni.’ I told them, ‘Name your price.’
Their silky voices wrapped around my head; the price of their favor burned into my mind. Breyona’s eyes widened as she looked at the empty space around me, where the shadows pulsed seductively.
‘She’ll pay it.’ I whispered, ‘Now save him.’
The shadows seemed to twitch in anticipation, gliding towards Breyona excitedly. While fear flashed in her eyes, she remained still. Her scream echoed into the night, bouncing off houses filled with people listening to the battle outside.
The blood that coated my stomach and hands was warm in comparison to the shadow’s ice coated words. Maya recoiled at their price; her hackles raised as an earsplitting growl reverberated throughout my mind. Breyona was still crouched over Giovanni, her eyes burning madly as she watched the shadows pulse around my body.
They had asked the unthinkable, and Breyona had agreed blindly.
‘Our price is this.’ They hissed seductively in my ear, ‘To save the Vampire she calls mate, we ask for the form of her wolf.’
“She’ll pay it.” I whispered, meeting Breyona’s burning gaze. “Now save him.”
The shadows pulsed around my body, slithering between my legs as they raced towards Breyona.
“Whatwhat was the price?” Breyona whimpered, her body unnaturally still as the shadows glided around her body.
‘Your wolf form” I croaked. Pain wracked through my body, but it wasn’t originating from the wound in my stomach. The pain coursing through me was for my friend and what she was willing to give up for her mate.
Her wolf would remain in her mind, trapped in a flesh-p****n. Unable to shift and roam the earth, unable to feel the dirt beneath her paws. Breyona had made the ultimate sacrifice for Giovanni, and I prayed he was willing to do the same.
“Their taking my wolf?” Her voice was small, smaller than I had ever heard it before. Breyona’s voice was paper-thin glass, transparent as fear bled into her eyes.
“She’ll still be therewithin you.” My voice cracked as I struggled to force the words from my mouth.
“But you won’t be able to shift anymore. That’sthat’s their price.”
Realization dawned in her eyes as one of the shadows surged forward, latching onto Breyona’s chest. I was rooted in place as a gut-wrenching scream tore from Breyona’s mouth, cracking as her vocal cords struggled from the pressure.
After just a few moments, the screaming died down, turning into a heartbroken whimper. Everything within me erupted into agony at the sight of her face, and for a moment I wished I had been the one to pay the price.
One by one the shadows glided away from Breyona and over to Giovanni. The blood coating his body was thick and had a sweet smell to it. I knew without the shadows, Breyona’s mate would be all but lost.
The shadows caressed Giovanni’s body, and Breyona’s eyes widened as the shadow’s voices spilt into the air. I could hear the sharp breath Nolan su*ked in, and knew he could hear them as well.
‘Remove the knife from his chest, she-wolf.’ They hissed, their silky movements becoming still as they waited impatiently.
Breyona grasped the handle of the knife tightly, unresponsive as the silver coating seared her skin.
Giovanni let out a grunt as the knife slipped from his chest and clattered to the pavement. She tore away the ripped shirt that covered his chest, exposing a smooth plane of bronze colored skin.
The shadows had wasted little time, gliding over Giovanni’s body to the wound that sat just above his heart. I watched in painful silence as the threads of his flesh formed together, muscle connecting to muscle, and his life-blood running dry.
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