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“I would never hurt you.”
“Then don’t cry when this freak of nature dies.”
She meant me.
I took a step back, heart pounding.
Her eyes flicked towards me.
She jammed her knee upwards, caught him off balance, and rolled them both towards the gun.
My body moved before my brain did.
I turned and ran.
Fast. Blind. Without an idea about where I was going, just away.
My legs carried me through the fog, over splintered wood, past bodies I didn’t stop to check. I could still hear them-Blake shouting something. Caitlyn yelling back. The sounds of a fight I didn’t care to witness.
I didn’t stop until I tripped over a broken doorframe and hit the ground hard.
My palms scraped raw. I stayed down, gasping.
My eyes raised to the moon above. It was full. But not red.
Why didn’t they wait?
And why did we think they would?
This was our fault. This was all negligence.
We should have been more prepared.
I should have been more prepared.
If only they’d kept me in the loop from the start.
-WARNER’S POV-
My back hit the broken stone wall of the west courtyard. My claws were out, but they were shaking. My shoulder was already bleeding from a blade that’d grazed bone. The Order’s soldiers moved in-three of them, circling like vultures. I could hear Sheila fighting somewhere behind me. Ajax was down. Aaron was busy protecting the flank. And me? I was alone.
“You should surrender,” one of them said. His helmet muffled his voice, but I still heard the smirk.
I spat blood, growling.
They moved as one.
I lunged left, caught one in the ribs with a swipe, but it wasn’t deep. Another slammed into my side, knocking the breath out of me. The third raised a blade-silver-coated. Aiming right for my heart.
I braced myself.
Something blue tore through the smoke.
She moved like lightning. A streak of cobalt hair and blade. flashes. Her knife slammed into the one closest to me, twisting, clean through his armor. He dropped before he could scream.
The other two turned, startled.
“Back off,” she smiled.
Sapphire.
I hadn’t seen her since that day in her house. When she left that golden shimmer on my chest.
I thought I had finally scared her off.
And yet here she was, standing between me and death like she’d never left.
“You don’t belong here,” the second soldier snapped. “This fight’s not yours.”
“You made it mine when you came for him,” she said, waving a hand.
The soldiers froze, then looked around, then smiled like they were in heaven.
They sauntered off, expressions full of awe.
I blinked, surprised.
She turned towards me.
“You okay?” she asked, like we were just passing in the hallway.
I changed back, my body covered in dirt and blood.
“I’ve had worse,” I muttered, wiping blood from my mouth. “But I thought you were done with me.”
“I was.”
“And now?”
She looked over her shoulder towards the courtyard. More screams. Another explosion.
“I saw them coming,” she said quietly. “Couldn’t ignore it.”
I nodded, still catching my breath. “Remind me to send you at thank-you card later.”
Her mouth twitched. Almost a smile. “That might require more effort than you could muster. Can you stand?”
“I can try.”
She grabbed my arm, helped me up. Her grip was firm, steady.
She was still beautiful, even in the middle of all that chaos.
Tingles shot through my arm where she touched me.
Lucky Drave
This time, I ignored it like it didn’t happen.
There was no time to dwell on that right now.
We moved together, heading towards the rest of the pack. My side burned with every step, but I wasn’t about to fall again. Not with her watching.
“You’re not gonna leave me alone now, are you? I owe you my life now.”
She chuckled, the sound velvety,
“Don’t ever make such claims to witches, darling. We come to collect.”
Fair enough.
We walked into the fire, side by side.
She with her mind-boggling magic.
Me with my teeth and claws.
“Can’t you do what you did to them to everyone at once?”
She laughed. “I’m a witch. Not a goddess like your Luna. My powers have limits.”
-LIA’S POV-
I didn’t see the shooter.
I just felt it-a sharp, brutal punch to the side of my leg. Hot pain tore through my thigh. I screamed, stumbling as my knee buckled. Blood soaked through my pants in seconds. The world tilted. I hit the ground hard.
Everything blurred. Smoke, screams, fire. My heart thundered in my ears. I couldn’t tell where the bullet had come from. Couldn’t even tell if anyone saw me fall.
Then footsteps. Heavy, Steady, Coming closer.
A figure stepped through the fog. tall and broad-shouldered, gun still smoking in his hand. He looked important. Maybe their commander. His armour was darker than the rest: shiny, marked with jagged lines like cracks in obsidian. His face wasn’t covered. Just pale and angry. Eyes like stone.
He was walking straight towards me.
I tried to move, but pain shot through me like lightning. My leg wouldn’t obey. My fingers twitched, but I didn’t have the strength to grow my claws. My power still hadn’t come back. My body was refusing to cooperate.