Page 20 of Touched By Moonlight
Chapter 6
Grayson
Something poundedat the locked front door. A high-pitched howl screeched through the air. Dante and Iwinced.
I knew what it was – trying to get in. Eventually he would. And when he did, he would findSienna.
Kallan, who wanted to destroy her – and myself aswell.
My bike was parked behind the dumpster, safely hidden, but too far to make a run for it with Sienna. Same spot Nicolas and Stephan had parked. My friends and betas were never far away when I ventured out. Like me, they rode sleek, gleaming Kawasaki Ninja H2Rs, one of the fastest bikes in the world, clocked at 249 mph. Last week on a joyride, Stephan, the more daring, had pushed his up to 255mph.
Tonight, we’d need that kind of speed and skill. I beckoned tothem.
They were at my side in an eyeblink.
“Protect the women, especially Sienna.” But even as the words fled my mouth, I saw Guy, the club bouncer, approachDante.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded. “What about thewomen?”
“I locked them in.” Guy paced. “Let’s get thisguy.”
It was no guy. Nostrils flaring, I realized the scent had faded. The Fae was no longer outside the frontdoor.
“What the hell is that thing?” Dante’s claws emerged as his fangs descended. Claws and fangs did little against dark Fionn Fae power. Might as well brandish a nail file and a butterknife.
“It’s powerful, pissed off and wants in here.” Not wasting any more time with words, I ran to the back door. Screams filled theair.
“Let us out!” Kelly wailing forrelease.
“Dante, damnit, open this door. Get your mate out of here!” This from Sienna. Fear laced hertone.
Not fear for herself, but the otherwomen.
Screw the door. Dante had insurance. I pulled hard and the door came off its hinges. Werewolf strength, my kind of strength, proveduseful.
The women rushed out as I tossed the door aside. The others rushed past, but Sienna, straight at me, her eyes wild, her expressioncontrolled.
“Back there.” Sienna pointed. “It’s gettinginside.”
Stephan and Nick were already guarding the door to keep other shifters away. They knew I didn’t need Dante or his friends to muscle in here and fight. This was beyond theirpower.
Mist foul as sewer gas and cold as frost crept beneath the back door. My brave Sienna turned tofight.
“Show yourself,” she demanded. “Takeform.”
Sienna gasped as the Fae extended a misty tentacle of power, wrapping around her throat. Droplets of blood beaded her throat as tiny teeth in the mist nibbled on her flesh. The Fae wasmanifesting.
“No,” she said, blood draining from her face. “Notyou.”
Instead of grabbing at the tentacle as instinct probably urged, she stood still, immobilized with shock. If I grabbed her away from those tentacles, Kallan could cut her throat. She might bleedout.
Behind us, I heard Dante growling and demanding to push past. Nicolas kept him at bay by urging him to protect his mate. In alpha males, the urge to protect the female runs strong, and Nick counted onthat.
Because Dante and the other shifters needed to stay the hell away from here. They could dolittle.
This was my fight. Mybattle.
Mywar.
