The Beast And The Blessed

Sixty-Seven: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

When Cora turned to Tobias for the second time, something in me snapped. I had watched those spikes impale him, watched him pull himself back up, and watched as he fought with everything in him to get to me. He wanted to fight for and protect me, and my need to do the same was just as strong.

For a split second, when the pain of being skewered to the ground hit me, I thought I had lost him. My vision went red, and I was ready to take down the entire mountain.

Then he got up, and I felt like I could breathe again, but I turned my anger to Cora.

I couldn't stop myself if I wanted to. Her ward wasn't breaking as quickly as I hoped, and I knew everyone was exhausted already. As much as I hated to admit it, she was winning. She was so strong from the fresh pull of power from Rona and was only a few hits away from killing one of our people. She had already been close to drowning most of them.

The risk of her ensuring the first to fall would be Tobias was too high. She knew losing my mate would weaken, if not kill me.

Instead, my legs carried me forward until my shoulder dug into Cora's torso, and my arms wrapped around her back. Touching her felt like playing with fire, burning my skin, but when the darkness surrounded us, I knew it was worth it.

The world flickered around us, and my stomach clenched when the familiar feeling of darkness surrounded us.

'What are you doing?" Cora asked as we stumbled and struggled to regain our footing after I tackled her. She gripped me tightly like a child who didn't want to be put down.

'You shouldn't have hurt my mate," I replied, knowing there were so many more reasons behind her death today, but my mind was on the man back in the Sanctum with a gaping chest wound.

Her eyes were wide as she looked around, and I smirked at the unease I saw when she felt them. The shadows.

The low rumble of excited growls through the darkness made the hair on my neck stand up. I had several wounds still bleeding, and the memory of one of the creatures sliding its tongue over my shoulder blade had my heart beating faster.

'You shouldn't have killed those spell casters." My statement was met with her jaw clenching as I grabbed one of her arms and forcefully pried it away from me. It was quite literally a shot in the dark that she wouldn't be able to use her powers here. But even if she could, if I could get her off me and get out of here, she would be stuck. "You shouldn't have killed Rona and the witch in the mountains." "I deserve a trial!" Cora screeched, suddenly no longer as confident as she used to be. We both knew I wouldn't let her out of here. As soon as she was back on Earth, she would go back to wreaking havoc and trying to kill everyone that didn't agree with her or that she could steal power from.

’I'm sure you recognize this place. You don’t deserve the air currently in your lungs, let alone a trial. I am your prosecutor, jury, and judge." My fingernails dug into her arm, puncturing the skin as I held it down and away from me. She may have been more powerful after taking Rona's magic, but I was physically stronger from training every day.

"But not my executioner?" She twisted her arm, grabbing at my forearm but unable to get a firm hold.

’You know what this place is." I felt victorious when she struggled even more, desperate to cling to me. I could feel the hot breath on the back of my neck and the overwhelming presence of the creature.

and had enjoyed it. I dreaded the moment it would run

its body vibrating as the rumble of

can't leave me in here!" Her voice cracked as she yelled, and a cruel laugh

not planning on just leaving you in here. Walking away from you while you're heart is still beating

yourself a sacrifice, then. An offering. I'm not your

scream echoed through the darkness as I stepped away, my back grazing the chest of the creature behind me before I launched my foot into her chest. Her fingernails ripped the skin on my forearm as she fell to the ground, but

let me take a deep breath of relief, knowing the creature

horror as the dark shadow took on a shape between us as

all around grew closer and louder as chunks were bitten out of

if I stayed, I would be

on The Sanctum of Light and Tobias. I needed to get back to

over me, and I fell to my knees before opening my eyes, my fingers lacing with the grass. Every part of my

Tobias's deep voice yelled, and I heard him stumbling toward me. My eyes opened, and my head snapped up to see him just as his giant Lycan form crashed to

was matted into the wet fur, but I pressed my body into his further,

others heard and gathered quickly. As soon as Aurora's hand touched my back, I let the warmth of the white

rows of beds were empty, and there was a flurry of movement as the doctors and healers in the infirmary guided

the healers immediately began working, holding

from my mate. His chest was still bleeding, not as much as before, but I was surprised

Killian's voice filled the room, and the murmuring stopped. He stormed in with Natalie trailing behind him. Cyrus, Aisha, and Margot hung back near the door, but I could see the relief

returned. He didn't like how close this fight had been, and I knew it. I didn't like it either. But in the end, we won. I did what needed to be

jaw opened before snapping shut when Natalie stepped forward next to Tobias and threw her arms around me. "We are so glad that you all

eyes dropped to my stomach, where the healer lifted my shirt and began working on the

her I was okay, but my eyes closed in a rush of unexpected happiness as Killian placed

He came.

Killian to show up for me when I had been stabbed after the war, but they never did. But now, I had my family with me this time, and my fears about not being wanted, replaceable, and

you would be busy dealing with the aftermath of all of this." I

warmly before turning to the bed beside me,

they would be staying to help out for a bit. Last I heard, she was in a conference call with several Alphas, giving them hell." The corner of his lips turned up, and I knew he was happy to have her home and her

the healer. ’I am healed enough

been too injured to shift back. The trail of blood had run down his chest and covered the tops of his thighs, but he refused to let my hand go when the healer tried to gesture for him to sit in one of