Page 122 of Wrath

And everyone here would die.

With a roar, I shed my human skin and threw myself into the fray.

Die.

Die.

Die.

FORTY-TWO

BASH

Well, this was certainly not how I expected to die.

I’d considered it a few times over the years, and I’d always assumed I would expire in a blaze of glory—death by orgasm. My cock sheathed in Z’s tight pussy. Completely irrational? Maybe, but it was a dream I held on to.

But ohhh nooo. Lupe had to go be a hero and attempt to save hundreds of human lives. And of course, being the fantastic brother and prince that I was, I offered to help.

Now I was being led to what would no doubt be my execution, my hands contained behind my back.

Then Lupe roared.

Shifted.

Pounced.

And everything went from “shit” to “heaping pile of bloody diarrhea.”

Motherfucker.

I watched my brother claw at the nearest guard and then bite the head off of another. It took him less than five seconds.

Cries of fear erupted from the assembled guards, and a few began to race forward—no doubt in an attempt to neutralize Lupe.

But fuck that.

If I were going to die, then I certainly wouldn’t go out like alittle bitch. I might not have had my magic, but that didn’t make me defenseless. Lilith’s trial taught me that.

“ATTACK!” I bellowed, not giving a shit who would listen.

If even a quarter of our troops fought back, then that could be enough to distract the guards, at least for a bit. Maybe the humans would take the opportunity to escape.

I threw my head back, hitting the nose of the guard guiding me, then kicked out at the man directly in front of me. It was immensely hard without the use of my hands…but not impossible.

All around me, our soldiers fought back, attacking the shifters with feet and fists. I had no idea if we were winning. A part of me didn't want to know.

Ignoring the pain reverberating through my skull, I slammed my forehead against a charging shifter, watching with satisfaction as he staggered back a few steps, blood gushing from his nose.

“Bash!”

I recognized that voice.

I turned to see Killian racing towards me, his gag discarded.

He leaped over the body of a fallen shifter and then stumbled to a stop in front of me. Without needing to be told, I spun around, giving him access to the rope tying my hands together.

His nimble fingers made quick work, and I immediately shook out my aching limbs, rubbing at the chafes on my wrists.

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