Werewolves Be Damned - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,80
mere minutes of the fight, Lazarus resembled Kyden’s beaten and bloody face when Nexi first entered the backyard. Loving that look on him, she delivered another blow to the side of his face. He recovered, his head snapping up, and he drew his lip back exposing his fangs.
Smashing her palm against the side of his head, she delivered a swift kick to his stomach, sending him to the ground with a grunt. Lazarus rolled to his feet, and she sprang forward. Thought ceased to exist. All that remained was the need to inflict justice. To pay retribution for every life he had taken, for every tear she’d shed, and for the loved ones he’d stolen from her life.
Her hits were hard and fast, absolutely ruthless. He stumbled around, trying to keep his balance as she attacked him with a vengeance. Drawing on every skill Kyden had taught her, she unleashed the full weight of her power on the vampire who deserved death.
With her final hit to his chest, he flew backward to land hard on the grass with a loud thud. He flipped over and crawled away on all fours. “Look at you.” She stalked forward, breathless with a rage she couldn’t control. “You’re such a fucking coward.”
Nexi pulled her sword from her scabbard as Lazarus continued to move away spinelessly. Hairs raised on hers arms and adrenaline pumped through her veins. Revenge now belonged to her.
As she stood over him, Lazarus flipped over and she saw a distinct fear in his eyes. Proud of herself for putting it there, she lifted her sword in the air. With a battle roar that mirrored the pain in her heart, she swung.
The blade hit air before the tip of her sword buried itself in the dirt below.
She cursed, spun and discovered Lazarus on other side of the yard, wearing a shit-eating grin. “You’ve only begun to discover your powers, and look at that, you were almost able to defeat me.” The open gashes on his cheek sealed before her eyes. “Your blood will give me everything I have ever wanted—and needed—to finally set into motion a new world.”
Over his shoulder, eyes glowed in the darkness by the trees and scratching sounds drew near. Fear held Nexi frozen as too many wolves to count emerged out of the shadows, all snarling at her. Awareness filled her and she felt foolish that she hadn’t considered more werewolves than the two out front would be at the house, that Lazarus would have protecting him.
A slow horror settled over her. Lazarus she could kill. A pack of wolves, she could not. Not even the magic flowing through her had the power to stop the force of this many wolves intent to kill.
“Nexi.” Kyden had the same urgency and worry dripping from his voice. “Now.”
Turning on a gasp, she ran as fast as her legs would take her, and, with a swipe of her sword, sparks flew through the air as the chains broke free. Kyden latched onto her wrist and shoved her behind him so they stood back to back when the wolves pounced with teeth exposed.
Nexi raised her sword and waited for the attack. It came a second later when the first wolf reached her. She stepped away, sinking the blade deep into his side, then twisted it savagely. The wolf dropped to the grass on a loud howl, as another wolf took a bite into her arm. She slammed the blade into his heart and as he released her arm, he took what had to be a quart of her blood with him.
“Get to the tree,” Kyden shouted.
She saw his motivation and understood his plan—they couldn’t let the wolves circle around them. If that happened, it’d be game over. She pressed her back against the rough bark as a wolf dove toward her, with another following behind. She dodged the first wolf, but was unable to steer free from the second.
He hit with a hard impact and knocked her to the grass. She kicked out, pushed against his shoulder, and forced him away. In a flash, the wolf returned and his teeth snapped viciously, his razor sharp incisors only millimeters from her throat.
With a battle roar drawing on her strength, she slashed the wolf’s neck, drowning herself in his blood. The pungent scent of his rich, thick blood filled the air around him, and she shoved him off as another wolf dove toward her, snarling and spitting, disgusting her.