but there will be bloodshed for sure, and what’s a better way to bring attention to both the werewolves and the witches?
To fucking fight each other.
Angels want to kill me. Demons want me to rule. A group of vampires has been targeting Lucas for a while now, and they’re striking closer and closer to home, getting hunters involved. It’s just too much. My heart pounds in my chest, and the anger mixes with intense frustration.
“That will never work,” Lucas tells the werewolf.
“We’ve got two other packs ready to fight with us,” he replies. “Their pack masters agree it’s time to take the power of the Ley line back from the witches.”
I sharply inhale and clench my jaw. Wolf packs can be anywhere from ten or so members all the way to nearly a hundred. It’ll be a blood bath, and I’m so fucking tired of supernaturals picking on each other.
“Take the power back?” Magic sparks around my fingers. “We don’t have the power of the Ley line.” My hands start to shake with anger, and I feel power swelling inside me like a coil, winding tighter and tighter. “We protect the Ley line from idiots like you who think it’s yours for the taking. Disturbing the Ley line endangers us all, but you’re too power-hungry to ever admit it. You see it as a weakness when really you should be thanking us!”
I stomp a foot down on the ground, and the sound reverberates through the forest as if a thousand feet stomped all at once. The werewolf tenses, looking at me in fear. I haven’t been here in a while—at a place where I’m so tired, so frustrated, so sick of the same damn thing that I want to scream.
So that’s exactly what I do.
“I don’t have time for this!” I throw out my hands, and black energy comes from deep with me, shaking the trees and rippling through the forest. Birds take flight, wings echoing through the dark night.
And then all is silent.
Blue light glows before me, and it takes me a minute to realize it’s my eyes, glowing like an angel’s eyes.
“W-what are you?” the werewolf asks.
“What I am,” I start, speaking through clenched teeth, “is really fucking pissed off. What I am is someone who really needs a fucking vacation, but my plans keep getting interrupted by stupid, greedy assholes who take and take and take without thinking about how it impacts anyone else. There are nonmagical humans in this town, and we all happen to be quite fond of them. You start a war and it will affect us as well as them, and I won’t let that happen.”
Lucas speeds forward, sinking his fangs into the werewolf’s neck without warning. It startles me, but it’s over as fast as it started. The werewolf isn’t being held spellbound anymore, and he yells when Lucas’s fangs rip open his flesh.
“Take that back your pack master as a message,” Lucas says, spitting the blood out. Vampires spitting out perfectly good blood is quite insulting, saying you’re so below me your blood isn’t even worth drinking. “Tell her the witches and the vampires won’t stand for a war.”
“There doesn’t have to be any more bloodshed,” I tell him, shaking my hands to get rid of the excess energy that’s building around my fingers again. I don’t want to blow the forest up. I feel bad enough about chopping down trees on the new property to make room for the garage.
“But there will be if you don’t get the fuck out of Thorne Hill,” Lucas growls. He comes back to my side and slips his arm around my waist. “Like my wife told you,” he says, putting emphasis on the fact that we’re married. Werewolves and other supernaturals know about the history between vampires and witches…and how things turned out back then.
If vampires couldn’t defeat the witches, no other group of supernaturals could either. Don’t bring fangs and fur to a magic fight, basically.
“You are outnumbered. And you can tell your pack master no matter how many other packs she brings in, she will always be outnumbered.”
Scarlet barks, trying her hardest to sound menacing. The werewolf looks at her and lets out a snort of laughter. “Oh yeah, you and what army?”
“Funny you should ask that.” I flash a sweet smile as my familiars shadow around him. The werewolf is unable to keep the unease from his face. I’ll be the first to admit my familiars are terrifying in their shadow