Daxon POV
The battlefield was silent now.
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Well…not silent. The air still crackled with leftover magic. The ground was torn to hell. Blood soaked the grass like a morbid fucking rainstorm. Bodies, what was left of them, were already starting to rot, but no one moved yet.
We were all still trying to process what the fuck just happened. I turned slowly in the middle of the field, my fur damp and sticky with gore, Talon snarling low in my head, pacing like a caged animal.“Those things weren’t vampires.”
“No,” I agreed. “They were something worse.”
All around us, wolves shifted back into human form. Bears shook off blood and snarled into the distance. Fox shifters darted through the grass, chasing a scent trail. The witches were already casting spells, trying to cleanse the area, searching for clues.
And Elowen, holy fuck.
She stood with her fists clenched at her sides, trembling with barely contained rage, the goddess marks on her chest and arms glowing like molten gold and emerald fire. Her silver blue green hair whipped in the wind, her eyes glowing like moonlight filtered through fury.
“None of them survived,” Rylen reported grimly, wiping a blade on his thigh. “Every last one of those bastards burned out or bled out. We didn’t lose anyone either. What the fuck were they sent for?”
Ashrian appeared beside him, silent and pale, his crimson streaked hair clinging to his face. “That wasn’t a natural vampire coven. Their minds were gone, hollowed out. Puppets.”
He titled his head. “I wonder if this was a test of some sort. They were basically zombie vampire with no real thought process.”
Alpha Draven stepped into the clearing, still in his massive black wolf form. When he shifted back, the silence broke.
“I want the entire fucking land searched,” he roared, voice shaking the trees. “Wolves, lions, foxes, everyone. Patrol every inch, every shadow, every hidden crevice of these grounds.”
“Yes, Alpha,” we all answered in unison, even me.
He looked at Elowen next, carefully. Like he knew she was on the edge of going nuclear. “Seers,” he barked over his shoulder. “Sort through any memories left in the corpses. I don’t care how twisted it is. We need answers. Now.”
The witches, about six of them, nodded quickly and began their work, grim–faced and silent as they knelt among the dead, Lachlan appeared next, gripping Elowen’s shoulder, grounding her with nothing but a touch. “Mo ghrá,” he murmured. “Ye’ve done enough. Breathe now. Let the others handle this.”
She blinked, once. Twice. And then nodded. Barely.
That’s when Luna Nira stepped forward, her voice calm but strong. “With your permission,” she said, looking straight at Elowen, “we’d like to build a temple to our God. The Sun God. Our people need to pray. And we’ll need his strength if this battle is truly beginning.”
Elowen turned to her, eyes still glowing, but her voice was steel wrapped in velvet. “Fucking absolutely. We need every God on our side.
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Chapter 117
Build it near the eastern fields. The sun hits hardest there.”
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Luna Nira smiled and inclined her head. “We’re honored, Chosen.” I saw Elowen swallow hard at the title. She still wasn’t used to it. But gods help anyone who ever questioned if she’d earned it.
Bram stepped forward next, still half–shifted and looking ready to rip someone’s spine out just for breathing wrong. “I want to scout the tree lines personally.”
“You won’t be alone,” I told him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll come with you. We’ll take the lions.” He nodded once. That grizzly was growing on me. Slowly.
Elowen finally moved, stepping toward the seers. “Find me something,” she told them softly. “A name. A place. Anything.”
One of the witches looked up, brow furrowed and voice shaking. “This wasn’t just a strike, my lady… It was a message.”
Elowen’s face darkened. “Good,” she said. “Because I’ve got one to send back.”
And holy hell, I pitied the poor fucks on the receiving end of it.
Elowen POV
My blood was still on fire. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I wasn’t sure if it was rage or magic or both, but something ancient was clawing up my spine, and I was done playing defense.
“Give me a fucking head,” I growled.
Lachlan didn’t flinch. He knew that tone. With a silent flick of his wrist, he summoned one of the less melted mutated vampire corpses forward. It slid across the blood soaked earth and stopped at my feet, its head lolling grotesquely, mouth still twisted in some feral snarl.
Perfect.
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