The Broken Warrior’s Daughter by Cooper

Chapter 0395

I raise my voice. “All sprites are welcome to take refuge on our land. I am the Guardian of the Realm. I and my pack will protect you. Get to the packhouse, find someone to show you to a bunker. Go now!” I command and as one, the nearly 100 sprites race past our borders, headed to the packhouse.

Alexander’s wolf, Fynn, runs up, joining us. I turn to him. “Who is Tula?”

“Their friend, Luna. Another sprite.” He mind links me.

“Okay, we have sprites that have been taken prisoner. Some are injured and they are in cages. Alexander, Thomas, John, you’re on hostage rescue. Find them and get them to safety. The rest of you, we’re taking the hunters out.”

I jump and shift and Eli and I turn our noses into the air. “I smell nearly 30.” He says to me, testing his use of my Guardian gift.

“Thirty–three hunters.” I say through the mind link, opening it to everyone.

I can smell the sprites. “Five sprites, separate cages, all are injured. Be careful with them.”

states and our warriors split off into two groups. There are a couple of others, outside the circle that the pack is creating. Eli and I quietly

in the air and howls just as the arrows and bullets start flying. We rush into the fray. I

a bullet to the shoulder, but it doesn’t stop us. We rip through flesh and bone, tearing

innards.

cage. Maia grabs his arm, ripping it from his shoulder with an audible pop as the joint dislocates. The hunter screams, grabbing his shoulder, but the blood is gushing from his arm. I feel Louis behind us, and I turn as he grabs a hold of another hunter’s wrist with his teeth.

bites into his thigh, making sure

of flesh out of his leg. He drops to the ground, and Louis

see that most of the hunters have been killed. Alexander and John have all but the one sprite and are running back to the pack lands. I go over to Thomas’s wolf, Connor. He’s whining, nudging the sprite with his nose. I can just barely hear her little fluttering heartbeat. I turn to make sure there are no hunters around before shifting. I

watch as she nestles into

Sirona.” I tell

comes up behind me. “Is that

all dead?” I ask, turning to look at the

and you’re injured.” He says, looking at

it, realizing that he’s right. I had forgotten about the bullet in