Page 85 of Accidental Blood Lust
The witches who chose to stay with us are chanting, creating an invisible wall around us, blocking us from mortal eyes, and as I jump into the fight, we’re surrounded by several more rabid vampires, their wild eyes glowing, fangs on display, mouths hanging open.
We’re fucked.
TWENTY-SIX
ROMAN
We arrive at the cemetery, finding it very easy to locate where the consortium has gathered. There’s a monument glowing with fluttering light. It has to be them.
We’re silent while we move as a motley group of supes. I’m joined by one other wolf shifter I’ve chatted with in bars before when I’ve been in New Orleans along with a couple of gargoyles and a few witches. Apparently, he had a run-in with the consortium too and is all too happy to help take them out.
I can feel the bond in my chest tying me to Loch, and it’s vibrant and active, helping me focus on what I have to do. He’s safe. Cas is with him and Jareth. Jareth would never let anything bad happen to our love.
One of the witches motions for us to pull closer. He puts his hands out before him, closing his eyes for a moment, then as he opens them, a smile spreads across his face.
“They are unprotected and their energy suggests they suspect no danger. We can ambush them.”
“I like it.” I crack my knuckles. “Let’s go.”
I launch myself into the cemetery, flying through the air as I leap into the midst of the fae meeting. They scream in surpriseas my entire group descends on them. There must be twenty of them, but they’re no match for us.
Rage blinds me as my wolf surfaces, my fingers shifting to claws, my teeth elongating as I snarl, the knowledge that these assholes tried to hurt my mate fresh in my mind.
I tear through them easily, delighting in their terrified sounds. Fae are strong and tricky, but they’re small and easy to overpower if you can catch them off guard, which we did.
“I need blood from at least one of them,” I call out.
“On it,” one of the witches yells back.
I glance up only briefly, but it’s enough for me to see Atlas crush one of the fae. Then one of them jumps on my back, stabbing me in the neck with a sharp instrument.
“You smell like the one who killed our prince,” the fae snarls. “I will avenge him.”
“Yeah, cool.” I reach behind me, grip the fae soldier by his neck and pull him off me, snapping his neck easily before dropping him to the ground. I lunge forward, but whatever he stabbed me with is already taking effect, and I stumble, falling to my knees. “Fuck.”
Someone is beside me. “Roman?”
I can hear Drax, but I can’t open my eyes. My head is woozy and my legs don’t work. “Poison.”
“We need help!” Drax yells.
Warm hands land on my forehead and chest, but all I can think about are my mates. I need them.
“Jare…” I whisper, my voice weak. “Loch. Mates.”
“You’ll be okay, Wolfie,” Rune says as he hovers over me. “One minute.”
Several more hands are on my chest, and just before my eyes flutter closed, I’m hit with what I can only describe as a bolt of lightning. I jerk upright suddenly, sucking in air as the clouds in my head blow away.
As I blink, everything comes back into view, crisp and bright. “What the fuck?”
“Antidote,” Rune says. “They got you good, but I was able to counteract it quickly. You’ll be okay.”
I squeeze his hand. “Thank you. ”
“Let’s go.” Mac help me back to my feet. “We’re done here.”
I look around and find the ground littered with dead fae.
