Page 133 of Blood So Brutal

“It’s a little late for alliances now, son. Wouldn’t you agree?” He held his hands up toward me and released his power.

Never in my life had I felt the full force of my father’s power. White light blinded my vision, eradicated all my senses, numbed my limbs. I didn’t realize I fell to my knees until the light stopped.

The power of an archangel was not one that could be easily categorized. It was not blood or natural magic. It had no boundaries.

I felt every bit of that truth as the pain rocked through my body. Gritting my teeth, I lifted my chin to face him. If he was going to kill me, he could damn well look at me while he did it.

“You cannot stop what is happening,” he said, “though I must admire your determination. Look around you, son. You are missing one important piece in this big plan of yours.”

“And what is that?” I didn’t need to look around to see the slaughter, the corrupt angels under my father taking over with sheer force.

He stepped closer. “True power.”

I fought the urge to flinch against his blood-stained hands. Not in fear, but because I knew this would be how I die.

This was it. I did not get another chance.

I wouldn’t have another opportunity to fight.

For once, I let my guard down. I let that panic, that desperation, flood my body, and my power reacted stronger than I ever felt it.

My magic. My blood. My instinct.

Light erupted again, but it was not the flare of my father’s magic that flashed before us.

It was mine.

My magic cracked the air and pierced the space around us. I felt the impact in my bones as it struck true, landing on my father in full force. I did not hold back as my magic poured out of me. I let him have it, let him feel what I was really capable of, what I had been capable of all this time.

I did not stop until something sharp pierced my side.

Lord stood a few feet away, still holding the handle of the blade launched deep in my gut.

Shit.

“Not so proud anymore, are you?” he seethed.

Lightning cracked again.

More fighters fell around us, more warriors down.

That was the first time I truly began to lose hope.

Live, Huntress,I thought. She was our last hope, our one reason to keep going. Without her, none of this mattered. Without her, we were nothing.

Live.

Chapter 52

Huntyr

Iran as fast as my feet could carry me. My wings would expose too much of me to the violence that spilled on the edge of the kingdom.

Mykingdom.

So one foot after the other, I ran closer and closer to him. I used my dagger to slice a few attackers as I passed, but I did not stop, did not waiver.

Wolf was in trouble, and I would stop at nothing to get to him.

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