The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

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I snarl at Keenan’s comment to Angel. I wasn’t sure which one was him, but I knew it had to be one of the two pompous looking leeches.

And now I focus my attention on him. He’s mine. For everything he did to Angel, I will kill him.

Angel and the power of the Guardians, give them pause, but only for a moment. They must give a signal that I miss, because suddenly, hundreds of vampires are heading our way. Angel, Cara and Clint push out their aura, Angel making sure it’s directed in front of our line of werewolves and fae.

A second wave starts almost immediately after the first. The first group runs right into the Guardian aura and are instantly turned to dust. The impact is taking its toll on them because the second wave starts getting through and another wave is right behind them.

I see several vampires heading toward Angel and Cara and I jump into the fight. Cyran bursts through at the same time Kai, Rik’s wolf, does. We begin tearing through the vampires. Remembering what they said about Clint, I toss a vampire in his direction, watching from the corner of my eye as he catches the leech mid- air and rips his head off. This is an effective strategy as the vampires are having a harder time reaching Clint because of his wheelchair, modified for battle.

and I feel every time one

is coming out and it shows. The vampires that try to get to her are taken down quickly. She is staying close to Cara, helping to ensure that she

enough vampires that we’re still fighting several each. Cyran’s fur is covered in blood. I’m not sure how much is theirs and how much is mine. I have felt every injury to my body, but

be about to grab me. Angel shifts mid–air and Alessia takes

the battle transpires, but the Guardians begin to separate. Rik stays close

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with Angel, is very effective. One after another, Cyran is ripping through the vampires, blood and guts spraying everywhere. He’s a fighting

battle. Several of his warriors lay dead on the battlefield. Periodically, I notice that there are wolves

like we’re in an incinerator. There is so much ash in the air that it’s obvious that while there are casualties on our side, there