Chapter 113
Elowen POV
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The rest of the beast shifters began to trickle through the portal…grizzlies, foxes and lions. They stepped into the field like warriors from an ancient saga, their bodies built like they were carved from the earth itself. All of them froze the second they saw Prince Bram Thundermaw holding me like a damn trophy he’d just won in a death match.
And then, one by one, they dropped to their knees. My mouth went dry. A wall of beast shifters, fierce and scarred and wild, bowing to
- me.
“What the fuck,” I whispered under my breath.
Bram just chuckled, voice low and smug against my ear. “You’ll get used to it, moonlight.”
Used to it? What in the divine hells was normal about this? Their fists all pressed to their chests, directly over their hearts, and as the sunlight broke across the field in a golden blaze, they lifted their heads and spoke in unison:
“In the name of the Sun God, we pledge ourselves to the Chosen and her Circle. We fight. We die. We protect.”
I damn near forgot how to breathe. Lyssira purred in my head. “They’re ours now. This is what divine war looks like.”
Before I could even process it, Alpha King Draven stepped forward, nodding with approval and giving Bram one of those alpha man to alpha man glances that practically crackled with testosterone and mutual respect.
“Breakfast is ready,” Draven said smoothly, then gestured to the keep. “We’ve got housing ready in the western field for your warriors. Royal family will remain here in the keep as honored guests.”
Bram grunted in approval but didn’t release me…not that I wanted him to. His arms were warm and strong, grounding me in the middle of all this divine madness. But I cleared my throat and raised an eyebrow at Alpha Draven.
“Yeah… about that. I’m gonna need a bigger room.”
Draven blinked. “Bigger?”
I motioned between me, Bram, Daxon, Ashrian, and Lachlan…all of whom now stood beside me like the hottest damn boy band of destruction the gods ever assembled.
“Five mates,” I said with a shrug. “We need a bed that doesn’t make us play Tetris with our limbs every night.”
Draven barked a laugh so loud it startled a couple of fox shifters.
“I’ll have the mages craft you something fit for a goddess,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. “Hope you’ve got reinforced floors.”
Bram smirked at that. Lachlan coughed to hide a laugh. Daxon just looked smug. And Ashrian? That bastard winked. Great. Now they were all picturing things. Again.
I groaned. “You’re all ridiculous.” Bram just kissed my temple. “You love it.” And… gods help me. I really did.These men kept me on my toes and kept me laughing and that was priceless.
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The second portal crackled to life with a low, thunderous bum that sent chills up my spine. A gust of charged air whipped across the training field, rippling flags and lifting the ends of robes and cloaks like something straight out of a cinematic fever dream. I turned just as Isolde and Alaric stepped through in a blaze of green and gold light, their presence practically humming with raw power.
And behind them?
A wave of witches and mages, at least eight thousand, dressed in flowing robes of earth tones and moonlight silvers, faces set with
purpose.
“By the gods,” I breathed, my eyes wide. “They actually came.”
Lyssira howled in my chest.“Of course they came. You’re their Chosen now. And we’re about to fucking change the world.”
I sprinted forward across the grass like a lunatic and slammed into Isolde’s arms, hugging her so hard she wheezed. She laughed and squeezed me back, her thick Scottish brogue wrapping around me like a blanket. “Och, lass, ye look radiant. And this big brute behind ye… is this the new one, then?”
I turned, grinning up at Bram, who had followed me and renewed his death grip around my waist. “Yep. Meet Bram Thundermaw.”
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Hunted Hybrid – Aegis War Saga 1
