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Behind her, the garage doors shook and clattered, sounding as if thousands of fists were beating on them. With the twist of metal and wood, new holes were punched through by massive claws. In an instant, the doors were reduced to splinters and a throng of hybrids pushed in, so many that they stretched as far as I could see, flooding the street outside, standing on Eric’s fancy cars and pounding on them like incensed gorillas.
Oh, God.I’d been wrong, so wrong. She had another army of them.
At her command, they all roared, looking ready to turn us into confetti.
This was it. The end of everything, but it didn’t matter.
Jake was dying, and I was going down with him.
CHAPTER 34
Isprang toward thewitch, heedlessly. Jake and I had lost the war, and I was going to make sure she lost it with us.
“Sunder!”Eric screamed in my head. He charged from the side and knocked me sideways just a ball of fire from Mekare’s fingers singed my tail.“Are you trying to die?!”
I lurched to my feet, snapped at Eric, then whirled on the witch again. She smirked and made a second ball of fire. She flicked it at us, but it hit an invisible barrier as soon as it left her hand. Her dark gaze shot toward Damien.
“You’ll go down with us,” the mage said, his words a promise.
Shots spat from Rosalina’s guns. Magic trailed from Damien’s fingers.
Eric stalked in her direction.“We do this together,”he said in my mind.
The Midnight Witch let out a derisive cackle. “You aresodeluded. You can’t beat me.” She lifted a hand, snapped her fingers, and gave the orders. “Attack!”
Outside, the hybrids howled at the sky, then charged.
Teeth and claws were nothing against her magic. Magic and weapons paled in the face of so many hybrids. Two or three we could take down, but the hundreds that stood outside would leave no trace of life after they were done with us.
Only a command from Mekare would save us now.
My eyes shut wide as a thought suddenly ripped through my brain.
“She’s not an alpha, so how can she command them?”Eric’s question from days ago resonated with the same intensity as it had the first time.
The hybrids stampeded into the garage, growling and striking at each other as their huge number tried to push through the too-narrow doors.
