A woman, dressed in a skimpy outfit, was pressed far too close to him, her body nearly flush with his. He was visibly uncomfortable,
shifts backward against the vending machine, trying to put distance between them. But she kept stepping forward, her fingers
ghosting over his arm as she whispered something to him.
My wolf snarled inside me. Jealousy and irritation flared in my chest
So I cleared my throat loudly.
Alex looked up immediately, relief flashing across his face. “There you are,” he said, pushing away from the vending machine and walking straight to me. He placed a hand on my waist and turned slightly to face the other woman. “This is my girlfriend.”
The woman smiled–but something about it was off.
Then she said something that made me freeze.
“Oh, I didn’t know,” the woman murmured. “You’re the mate of the Silver Wolf.”
My blood turned to ice.
Alex’s body went rigid beside me. “What did you just say?”
The woman grinned, and her form shifted–her tight dress melted into a tattered brown robe, her fingers turned black like talons, and a waist chain holding a wolf skull materialized around her hips. A hood slipped over her face, casting deep shadows over her features.
A witch.
“You’re one of the Children of the Eclipse,” I said coldly.
The witch’s grin widened. “I’ve been looking for you for you, you slayed my sister and now you have to pay.” Then she lunged.
Alex reacted instantly, shoving me back as the witch’s claws slashed through the air where my head had just been.
“Stormi, move!” Alex snapped.
Alex grabbed a chair and swung it at the witch. It slammed into her ribs, sending her skidding backward. But she barely flinched
I ducked another swing she took at us with a chain and aimed a kick at the witch’s stomach, sending her skidding back a few feet. But the moment she landed, she whispered something under her breath, and suddenly, the overhead lights flickered and shattered, plunging the lobby into semi–darkness.
A screa rang out as people scrambled for cover.
My instincts screamed danger–not because of the witch alone, but because I could feel something else coming.
And then, as if summoned by my thoughts, more figures materialized from the shadows. Two more witches, dressed in the same tattered brown robes, stepped out from the dark corners of the lobby their hands crackling with dark energy.
“We need backup,” Alex muttered.
As if on cue, the rest of my mates arrived.
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and forcing her back..
Austin flicked his wrist, summoning a flicker of blue flames. “I don’t care if there are people watching–we end this now.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Isaiah’s shadows lashed out, knocking over tables and sending chairs flying as they tried to ensnare one of the witches. Austin’s flames flared, lighting up the darkness and forcing them to retreat. Elijah, ever the strategist, used his speed to weave through the fight, striking whenever there was an opening.
I went straight for the first witch, the one who had approached Alex. Nobody touches my man. The moment I dove at her, the witch tried to disappear in a swirl of shadows, but I was faster. She caught her by the wrist, twisting hard enough to hear the satisfying snap of bone.
The witch screamed. Then I shifted my paw pinning her in place as went for her throat.
The moment the my sharp teeth pierced into her, the witch’s body seized, and then she collapsed into nothing but black dust.
One down.
The other two witches hissed, realizing their mistake, and started to retreat–but Austin wasn’t letting them get away. With a flick of his hand, a wall of blue fire erupted in front of them, cutting off their escape.
Isaiah moved again, fast as a shadow, and before the second witch could react, his blade found her heart.
Two down.
The last witch, realizing she was outmatched, screeched in rage and disappeared into thin air.
The battle was over.
For a long moment, silence filled the room–except for the crackling of Austin’s fire as he slowly let it die out.
The hotel lobby was destroyed.
Shattered lights, overturned furniture, scorch marks on the walls. The receptionist, who had been hiding behind the front desk, peeked out, her hands trembling as she reached for the phone.
“She’s calling the police,” Elijah said sharply.
“We have to go,” I ordered.
“I’ll grab our stuff,” Isaiah said, disappearing into the shadows.
We ran for the exit.
By the time they reached the car, Isaiah was already there, appearing from the darkness with our bags slung over his shoulder.
“Let’s go!” he barked.
Alex didn’t hesitate–he jumped into the driver’s seat, quickly typing a random coordinate into the enchanted car’s system.
As they teleported, I caught a glimpse of flashing police lights pulling up in front of the hotel.
We were just in time.
