ey Oliv

roused, was screaming at me to turn around

lking into the crushing depths of an ocean trench. The air was thick with

lf, my human nervous sys

Demonte

who had personally slaughtered an entire rebel pack at the n

y paralyzed by the violent reco

easured steps, stopping three feet in front of

r of the suite. Dark crimson veins pulsed under his neck, snaking upward toward hi

into the mocking rasp of a street urchin. "Look

eathing betrayed that he could hear me. His soul was locked i

confidence surged

ger and poked him squarely in th

ng flesh, an intense shock of st

't a me

r. A sharp gasp caught in my throat as a wave of heat rippled down my spine, leaving gooseb

k, frowning down at

e hell

blood surge could cause backlashes of raw energy, but this fe

rre sensation, narro

hest beneath a layer of pure malice. "Too bad muscles don't

is chiseled ear, letting my cool breath w

urred, "I'm going to take them off your hands. Think of it as a st

roat t

und like two stones scraping against each other. For a supreme warrior who ruled the kingdom

turned my back on him and walk

r the ruby-h

sh the cold gold of the sheath

AAA

alyptic, earth-shattering bellow of an an

it me like a so

y, sending shards of multi-colored crystal raining down onto the streets below. The

d across the splintered floorboards, and popped up into a defe

amber, Demonte had collapsed fo

d blood poured from his lips, spla

tered the fragile mental barrier he was using to contain the beast. His Lycan blood

ted hi

onto mine were no l

g with an unholy, primordial fury that promised

rasp, scraping through blood and broken

upward, his massive shoul

left arm

the floorboards, another choke of

he wood, but his lower body remained completely limp. The backlash

mirk spread a

the cold, opportunistic thrill

nd stood up straight, brushing th

, taking slow, cocky strides back toward the fallen titan. "Loo