Weaving Fate - Nora Ash Page 0,101

I jerked and spasmed, the intensity forced through me too much for my body and mind.

“Meld with them. Now!”

Loki’s command came with the strength of a hundred barking hounds, and I reacted on it without thought. I reached for my mates through our bonds, pulling them to me with everything I was.

His magic burst through me like an invasive ravishing, horrible yet powerful, unlike anything I’d experienced before. He fanned the embers of my own magic, and through me connected to my mates, pulling their strength into me.

Lightning flashed, the sky above the well turning black. Everything took on an ashen color, a living, breathing black-and-white image.

Lightning flashed again, this time striking the dragon. Another bolt struck his scales, the horrible screech of impact making my teeth smart.

Nidhug roared, swinging his huge body from Modi to us. When he breathed his fire, I was ready with the shield.

Bjarni ran around the giant beast’s body while he was preoccupied with me and Loki, sword gleaming in his hand.

“Infuse his weapon!” Loki shouted over the roar of the fire. “He needs your power to penetrate the scales!”

I reached out, my consciousness entering Bjarni’s through our bond. He welcomed me, warmth and love and fear of loss so intense it threatened to shatter my focus enveloping me. I pushed through and into his blood, down, down until I reached the metal of his sword. It hummed and sucked in every ounce of magic I pushed into the sharp steel.

I jolted back into my own body just in time to see Bjarni roll underneath the mighty beast and aim his sword straight up at its chest.

Another shattering bolt of lightning slammed into Nidhug’s back, making him toss his head back with a roar, fire gathering in his throat.

But before he could aim it at us again, Bjarni thrust his sword up with all his strength, his muscles bulging as the tip sliced through the dragon’s chest and sunk into its body all the way to the hilt.

Nidhug’s roar died in a long, bone-chilling wail. It stumbled, reaching for the sword with its front claws. Bjarni rolled away and scrambled to his feet just as the dragon slumped to its side, its enormous body colliding with the ground sending a shockwave through the landscape.

I fell to my knees next to Loki, bracing my hands against the singed grass to watch the dragon’s death throes. The stone wall around the well shattered from his kicks, huge boulders flying into its depths with hollow clatters until finally Nidhug stilled.

Dead.

Victory brought me the rush I needed to scramble to my feet, my focus shifting from the defeat of an impossible foe to fear once more.

Modi was injured.

Spurred by adrenaline and fear, I ran across the battlefield toward his slumped figure lying on a small patch of green amidst a sea of ash and embers. The second I was by his side, I fell to my knees and grasped his face between my hands, my only thought to look into his eyes once more.

Modi groaned, his eyelids fluttering open. His blue gaze met mine, the pain in them undeniable.

“Oh, Modi!” I pressed my mouth to his, breathing in his scent, roaming my fingers over his shoulders, his hair and his jaw in search for confirmation that he was there, that he wouldn’t leave me.

Only when his arms came up to rest around my body did I pull back, certain that yes, he was going to make it.

“You absolute twat!” I snarled, smacking my palm against his chest.

He coughed and groaned in protest.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing, charging in against a fucking dragon like that? Telling me that I don’t need you? That we should run away and let you fucking die?” I hit him again.

“Anna,” he mumbled, reaching up to capture my wrist before I could whack him a third time. “I could not… let you die.”

“Why on Earth would you think I could let you die?” I snarled. “This stupid bond goes both ways!”

“No. Ours is… damaged.” He coughed again, wincing as he did. “You will never love me…. like you do them. My fate… My fate is to die for you.” Then his eyes widened a little. “You… you thwarted Fate! You were meant to run!”

I stared at him, mouth agape as the million insults I wanted to hurl at him fought to be the winner. This idiot alpha really believed that Fate had woven us together so that he could die for