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King’s gaze snapped to where she directed, and pure, unrelenting fury ignited in his chest. Amara was floating. Suspended above the ground, her body encased in a shimmering light, her white hair swirling around her like spun silver. She looked so fragile, surrounded by monsters.

His feet moved before his mind could catch up. Daniel’s arm shot out, slamming against his chest, stopping him cold.

King snarled. “Move.”

“She’s protected by magic,” Bonnie said, her voice edged with urgency. “We have to break the spell before you touch her.”

King barely heard her. His entire world had narrowed to Amara and to the sick fuck who had her.

Bonnie’s sharp elbow dug into his ribs. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes,” he bit out.

Daniel’s voice was low and deadly as he addressed the group. “I can take out the ones that haven’t been given Amara’s blood, but the others will be stronger. Faster. Harder to kill.” His gaze flicked to the witches and warlocks. “Sibyl, Bonnie, and Ryker will weaken them with magic. That’s when you strike.”

Steve let out a low curse. “And how the fuck do we know if they’re weakened?” His eyes narrowed. “And what in the fuck are those things with tusks?”

“Orthon,” Charger said grimly. “Metal-plated. Aim underneath the plates.”

“Great.” Steve snorted, then shot Sloan a glare. “Never trade me to the fucking Dark Guardians.”

Sloan shrugged. “Don’t piss me off.”

“Well fuck,” Steve cursed kicking at the dirt. “That’s a big ask.”

The tension crackled like static before Sloan swept a hard look over them. “Let’s do this. And don’t fucking die.”

Sid grunted. “Solid pep talk, boss.”

“Fuck, this is gonna suck,” Steve muttered, rolling his shoulders.

“Just another day at the office,” Raven said, flashing a wicked grin. “Stop being a pussy, Warrior.”

“Keep this Valkas bastard alive,” Sloan called out the order, glaring at King.

King’s gaze snapped back to Amara. “He’s mine.” His voice was a growl of pure, lethal promise.

Daniel moved suddenly, his arm sweeping in a wide arc, his head tilting back as a raw, guttural roar tore from his throat. The earth trembled as more than half the creatures collapsed instantly, but the others surged forward.

“Ah, fuck!” Viktor’s voice rang out as the battle erupted. “Here we go!”

King barely registered it before a massive Orthon barreled toward Daniel, who was just getting his bearings. Duncan lunged, trying to reach him, but King was closer. He launched forward, slamming into Daniel and knocking him clear as the beast plowed into him instead.

The impact stole his breath. King hit the ground hard, the monster's weight crushing down on him. Its foul breath filled his lungs as it reared back, preparing to strike, and then it was gone.

King rolled, sucking in a sharp breath just as Sibyl’s voice cut through the chaos. “NOW!”

He didn’t hesitate. King surged forward, his blade slicing up beneath the metal plate, piercing deep, and the Orthon collapsed, dead.

King was already moving, carving a bloody path through the battlefield, cutting down anything in his way, his mind focused on one thing. Amara. She was still floating, her body eerily motionless, her arms stretched out. The sick fucker had dressed her in a thin, white, see-through gown. Rage seared through him like fire. He would die at the King’s hands.

King’s sharp gaze locked onto a figure standing to the side, watching the fight. When their eyes met, the bastard turned and sprinted toward Amara.

“VALKAS!” King roared. The warlock’s name ripped from his throat like a battle cry.

A split second later, Ryker’s voice rang out. “NOW!”

King struck, his blade slicing through another enemy, barely feeling the impact. His path was now clear. Around him, the battlefield had thinned. Most of the creatures were dead. King’s legs burned, but he pushed harder, focusing only on Amara.

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