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.”

are a couple of others, outside the circle that the pack is creating. Eli and

toward the group of hunters when the alarm goes up. Louis puts his head in the air and howls just as the arrows and bullets start flying. We rush into the fray. I can see Alexander and his team trying to get the cages opened. One sprite, in particular, looks like it might be dead. I can’t worry about

arrows laced with wolfsbane and Maia takes a bullet to the shoulder,

innards.

of the sprites. out of the 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

to stab me from behind. Maia bites into his thigh, making sure

leg. He drops to the ground, and Louis sinks his teeth into his

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 reach my hand in to the cage and realize that she is badly injured. This must be Tula. I can see where her wing has been ripped out of her back. She also feels very cold, and I remember it

place her onto Connor’s back and watch as she nestles into

her fall. Take her directly to Sirona.” I tell him and he takes off at a slow, careful

me. “Is that one alive?”

they all dead?” I ask, turning to look

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

he’s right. I had forgotten about the bullet in my