Page 114 of Crossed Fates
The one in charge.
The alpha of Silver Lake.His alpha.
Drop it,I demanded, blasting Paul with a wave of dominant energy that had his much weaker mind bending beneath my will.Now. The human part of him tried to fight it, his thoughts shouting out in the negative.
But his wolf… his wolf wasmine.
And his wolf bowed.
His strand frayed a fraction of a section later, his mind telling me that Jude had just sliced a blade across Paul’s throat. I didn’t see it so much as feel it, and I sent out a warning blast to my wolves not to mourn the loss of his traitorous life.
My father responded in kind, his mind rolling right alongside mine as the approaching soldier finally reached my hiding place. I ripped the helmet off my head and fired a bullet into his throat. He went down with a gurgle, and the others all ran toward me, some of them reaching for flashbangs to toss.
But I was faster, stronger, and far more prepared.
I squeezed my trigger, taking out two more men before pulling up behind another tree just out of sight of the remaining two.
Their footsteps were uncertain, their breaths coming in pants.
A bullet cracked from the forest.Hardt.
A second one followed.Dad.
Leaving us in the clear, having taken down all eight soldiers and our traitor.
I pulled away from the tree, pride blossoming in my chest, as a pulse of energy whipped through the woods, bringing me to my knees. My cheek met the dirt, my eyes frozen in an open position while my mind tried to comprehend what the hell had just happened.
Another wave cascaded around us soon after.
“What the hell?” Jude’s voice carried through the clearing, his tone strong and entirely unfazed.
Electricity zipped through my veins, the static leaving me paralyzed on the ground.
Some sort of weapon,my father wheezed into my mind.
The fuck is that?Hardt gasped.
Timothy and Gregory were in a similar state of shock, their bodies equally still.
Only Jude appeared to be moving around. He had his fingers to my father’s neck, sensing for his heartbeat. I felt his touch as though it were on my own skin, but it was my father’s senses, not mine.
Then a slow clap echoed through the trees, a burning scent following.
Run,I wanted to tell Jude.Run!
He won’t run, my father replied.
And sure enough, the bastard merely stood, his expression blank as he waited.
Bortex stepped into view, his boots a few feet from my head. “Well now, that truly was impressive, Alaric.”
He finally stopped clapping, his grotesque appearance rivaling the description Makayla had provided me with earlier. She muttered something unintelligible back at me about a beauty contest.
“I expected a bit more weakness, what with Makayla’s silver situation and all,” Bortex continued. “But you took down all eight of my men in just a handful of minutes.” He crouched before me. “They were my best, too. All hyped up on Lycan blood.”
I tried to snort.
But whatever electric pulse he’d sent through me had left me a drooling mess at his literal feet.
