Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
So, I staggered between the women and the creature, ready to do whatever it took. And then I heard it. The roars. It split and vibrated the air, and the low and primal sound resonated in my chest and down my spine.
I felt him even though I didn’t see him. My mate. Lennox. The doors splintered open, and we all spun around to see the males. They came through the doorway as if they’d been shot from a gun. I searched for my mate through the thick crush of Lycans and vampires swamping in.
Males grabbed their mates and got them out of there, and then I saw him. But for a heartbeat, I thought my mind had broken from the pain. Because he wasn’t just Lennox anymore.
Something was different. He was bigger, fiercer-looking, and as he stared at my she-wolf, his eyes scanning my body and stopping on my side where I knew my grave wounds were, his eyes flashed with light.
He roared so loud the walls shook, and he shifted right before my eyes. His wolf was back.
It wasn’t like watching a shift. I’d seen those countless times in my life. No, this was like a man and his beast being reunited after millennia apart.
His glowing wolf's eyes locked on me, and for a moment, everything else faded. His Lycan was big and strong, covered in dark brown fur with streaks of black. I felt the fierceness pouring from him. The light blueness of his eyes was a startling contrast to his darker fur. I had never seen a more beautiful wolf then when I stared at my mate.
The way he looked, under the anguish and pain and pure rage, there was something deeper, older, and had always been there…waiting to be unleashed. The tether between us burned so hot it felt like it could tear the world apart. I didn’t feel pain or exhaustion or terror. I just heard one word repeated in my head.
Mine.
And it came from my mate. I heard it as clearly as if he’d whispered it in my ear.
Everything happened in a blur as the males attacked, using their brute strength and rage that their mates were put in danger to consume the Leandrean. But the creature fought unlike anything I had ever seen.
The Leandrean’s mouth curled, but for the first time, I felt its hesitation. Witches swarmed in next, chanting, their white, pure magic filling the room. Someone was pushing me out of the room, and I realized it was Lennox using his big, boxy wolf's head to get me out of there.
I stumbled. The pain in my side became harder to ignore, the acid-like feeling that was in my veins stole my breath.
I was out of the room and looking at my mate, the sensations and emotions I felt coming from him were paramount. The rage in his eyes was for the Leandrean, but there was also a promise—a vow. And it was only for me.
No matter what happened, no matter how this ended, he would protect me.
27
LENNOX
I’d smelled Aisling’s blood before I saw her. That copper-salt tang cut through the chaos like a blade and made everything in me roar with rage and…fear.
I tasted her fear and pain, had that metallic scent coat my lungs and every nerve in my body until my vision turned red.
I could still remember the sight of her facing off with that fucker. She’d been in her wolf form, her beautiful blonde fur like spun gold. Her blue eyes were primal as she snarled as she protected the other females. She’d been bleeding, her wounds deep and coated in a black substance that had the stench of dark magic.
And seeing her barely hanging on shredded the thin threads of control I’d been holding on to for my entire life. I’d thought my wolf was gone forever even though I’d found my mate.
But thinking that I might lose her? Seeing my mate wounded by that monster? It woke my inner animal. He’d come back in a rush that was violent and filled me with amazement all at once, slamming into me like an anvil crashing into my skull.
It had been so long since I’d felt my beast come alive. I thrived on the sensation of my fur bristling across my arms and spine, of my bones breaking and reeling, of my claws sliding free, and my teeth lengthening until my jaw ached.
I was going to fucking kill this bastard and feast on its heart.
After all the females had been removed from the room and taken to safety and after I made sure Aisling was out of harm’s way, I faced off with the fucker. All the other Otherworld males circled the Leandrean. The asshole stood in the middle of the wrecked drawing room, blackness dripping from its claws and serrated teeth. I smelled my mate’s blood on the creature, and it enraged me all over again.