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

beasts pressed in to surround their king. The animalistic sounds

blood. It excited them that they would spill it

voice called out as the man from last night

the man dropped his head in submission before moving to stand

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

same color hair and eyes 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 or what my relation to

look his way, focusing on the more important task at hand as we reached a large clearing at the base of the 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 the wall of angry vampires on

years, breeding and turning

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

rubies took my breath away. They had to have dug up Killian's father to get the crown, and seeing it

with pin-straight blonde hair and a glare that could kill on its own. She

women. She had yet to shift and held a long

’ You 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, disgusting kind. You think you have the right to decide who lives and

or blood will

her. The sound of chains rattling

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

stomach, staining her clothes. While half of

I found something that belongs to you," Lillian called out as Agatha slumped forward, only to be caught

a blade. Talia moved around Lillian to

life. I wasn't even sure if Agatha was

I couldn't tear my eyes away from Talia as she lifted the dagger in a dramatic

forward, dodging Tobias and ducking under Killian's arm as

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