The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 95

Ninety-Five: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

Killian was already standing in his Lycan form. His back was to me as he scanned the area.

A few of our pack members screamed and yelped in pain as they tossed their bodies into the dirt, trying their hardest to extinguish the fire. It was short lasting, but I knew they would have some serious injuries for a while.

I couldn’t feel Killian in our bond. He had shut himself off but stayed close to me as I jumped to my feet and waited. The heat from the flames warmed my chilled fur, and I shuddered.

I had trained to fight but had no idea what to do when we couldn't see our enemies.

'They are still in the mountains. That was a warning shot.' A gravelly, deep unfamiliar voice stated, and I turned to look as Tobias stepped closer.

Thomas and George were on my other side, and I knew the sound of their voices. It hadn't been either of them.

It was Tobias.

The smell of burnt fur made my nose wrinkle, and I glanced around Killian as the last of the injured hobbled their way back toward the healers. Only one body remained limp on the dirt with smoke coming from them, and a group of humans sprinted through the crowd with a stretcher to grab him.

The pack was alert, all on their feet, shifting every few seconds as they waited for their orders. But they remained silent.

I examined the area for the first time since waking and found that the sun had barely started rising. The glow of light on the treetops would work to our advantage. Vampires were fine in the sunlight as long as they had fed. Even if they didn't, they could still be in the sun. They would just burn quickly from the vitamin deficiency their diet caused.

From a distance, yelling could be heard, sending a shiver down my spine.

The echoing war cry coming from several hundreds of bodies was something I would hear when I closed my eyes years from now.

together at a steady pace forward. I

pressed in to surround their king. The animalistic sounds coming from them were lower

them that they would spill it within the next few

out as the man from last night sprinted toward

the man dropped his head in submission before moving to stand on the

him but continued to spare me glances. It wasn't lost on me that several other werewolves moved with him to provide

as me knew my mother. He knew her white fur and cared for her. He wanted to protect her. He had no idea who I was

mountain. It wouldn't be able to house both armies. There would still be fighting within the trees, but it provided us with an opening large enough to see

hiding all these years, breeding and turning more

roared, but I felt the slightest falter in his voice when not one but two women stepped

breath away. They had to have dug up Killian's father to

with pin-straight blonde hair and a glare that could kill

had yet to shift and held a long sword that dripped with a

Lycans have poisoned our world! You think you are a gift from the Goddess, but you are just a group of cursed dogs! You steal and pillage, raping breeders, trapping them as prisoners to sire your lines. Only for them to produce more of your evil,

rule, or blood will

hard as I watched the crowd part behind her. The sound of chains rattling reached me

the front and forced to their knees next to Lillian. They were injured and struggling to stay awake based

staining her clothes. While half of my mother's face

belongs to you," Lillian called out as Agatha slumped

sun glinted off the metal of a blade. Talia moved around Lillian to stand behind my mother

Talia, knowing Talia was waiting for the order to end my mother's life. I wasn't even sure if Agatha was still alive with how she hung limply, only held up by the bloodsuckers holding her

I couldn't tear my eyes away from Talia as

ducking under Killian's arm as

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