Moon Child (The Year of the Wolf #2) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,6
Austin snarled, and his hard tone, so unlike my mate, had me jerking a little in response.
“I will.”
“Don’t move from the bed,” Eli ground out. “They’re in the house. You can’t get to the safe room.”
“Fuck. We need to get one installed on this level,” Ethan growled, head tilted to the side as he used all his senses to key him into the invaders’ intent. “I never thought they’d get into the house. Someone must have let them in.”
Austin rasped, “They’ll die before the night is over.”
They each shared a look, nodding as if transforming the statement into an oath.
Glancing over at me, rage and fire in his eyes, Eli repeated, “Don’t. Move.”
I knew why—for me to move was tantamount to admitting that they couldn’t protect me, keep me safe. So I nodded quickly, and promised, “I won’t.”
I wasn’t a fighter. My role was not to fight, but to nurture, so I decided to help them the best I could.
Behind my eyes, I could call upon the energy of every single member of the pack.
The only issue?
As the wave of shifters approached, I could feel the disconnection.
They were no longer pack in my mind.
Their energies no longer resonated with me.
My mouth worked as I realized I couldn’t help my men, and then when I heard a snarl, one that echoed in my mind, I opened my eyes because I knew my men didn’t need any help.
Not against twenty-two imbeciles who’d torn themselves from the pack by their own volition. I hadn’t even known that could happen. That by their will and deed, they could rupture the bonds between us.
I stayed there, still and watchful, listening, unable to help and hating it, then Berry did something—I knew it was her, because I couldn’t have done this in a million years—and out of nowhere, I felt a blur of light hit my eyes, making me wince until it cleared some. The angles were strange, wrong…more like what I saw when I was shifted. That notion had me flinching, because no way in hell could I see through her eyes.
No way.
No. Frickin’. Way.
And yet…
It was more than just sight.
I could…feel through her senses. Kali Sara. I could hear what she heard and scent what she scented.
The whisper of the wind as a wolf howled in pain, the scent of fresh blood spurting, and death—
Bewildered and slow to process this new ability, I wasted precious moments as I tried to focus, then finally, managed to take in the sight of the hall where Eli was surrounded by three wolves, four downed corpses littered the carpet like so much trash. Already.
They’d barely gone downstairs five minutes ago!
By the front door, Ethan was fighting four, with two of them bleeding out the last drops of lifeblood, and Austin was outside in the yard. He had seven around him, with three of them down, and four still actively tearing into him.
My stomach twisted and turned, and I knew that was both my nerves as well as the baby moving, responding to what Berry showed us. Weird, no?
I blew out a breath, trying not to panic, trying not to worry that whatever the she-wolf was doing would stop. I didn’t want to blink, but my eyes burned as I kept them wide open. However, when I did, the image didn’t disappear.
It was like when you wore those goggles that let you play 3D games, except better. This wasn’t just a picture I was virtually standing in, I felt like I was there.
When Austin was speckled with blood, I felt the droplets on my skin.
When a wolf snarled his agony as Eli tore into his hind leg, I felt the sound piercing my ear drums.
It was insane, but wonderful to see them doing so well.
Because that was it—they were winning.
Easily.
I didn’t even have to ask Berry to step in, for her pack to help them out. I knew that would not only shame my mates, but alter the pack’s perception of their leadership, and that was the last thing I wanted, but I’d do it if I had to. If it meant saving them, I’d sell my soul. Still, there was no need. My mates had the situation in hand.
I’d come to learn that there were tenuous lines between us and the naturals.
They weren’t below us in the chain of things, but neither were they above it, or on the same line even. It was like there was a whole other scale, and they served us. By choice.