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He looks down at my weapons. A second of hesitation crosses his features but is quickly overtaken by determination.

I decided this was the vampire I will keep alive for questioning. The vamp charges at me, swinging his claws rapidly. I block every blow, waiting until I get the perfect opening. I sling my blade down, cutting off his right arm. He howls in pain. With him distracted, I return my right blade back into the cuff. Flipping my arm over, I release a spike out of the cuffs, causing the sharp end to pierce his shoulder and pin him to the wall behind him. He growls out but can’t break free.

I turn my attention to the others. Enzo’s vampire is headless, lying on the ground. Alarick’s is between his teeth. I’m sure hewill be headless soon as well. Suddenly, the front door splinters in. Two more vampires charge. One of them tackles Torak. I go to help him, but I’m quickly cut off by Enzo. He leaps on the vampire's back, sliding him clear across the room. When they finally come to a stop, the vampire is no longer moving. Enzo easily removes his head. Torak transforms into his black and gray wolf. He corners the vampire that Zyion’s black, brown, and white wolf was fighting.

The smell hits me first. I turn to Alarick, whose nose is up in the air.

“Ferals.” I say out loud.

“Stay in here,”Enzo growls in my head.“Everybody else, with me.”

All the wolves rush out of the house. I run to the door to see my wolves collide with the mangy-looking ferals. Figuring they have the outside covered, I go back to the kitchen with my vampire.

He’s still hanging in the location I left him. I walk over to him with a smile on my face. He snarls at me.

“Still hanging out, I see.”

“You legion bitch,” he spits out.

I shrug. I won’t argue with him for calling me out my name. Suddenly, a growl comes from behind me. Stepping into the kitchen from the open patio door are two mangy looking ferals.

“That’s right. I brought my own back up,” the vampire gloats.

I shrug my shoulders, releasing my blades from the cuffs.

“Alright, let’s do it.”

The brown feral charges at me. I spin out of the way, jamming my left blade into his side. The second one slams into me, pinning my front against the wall. He goes for my neck, but as I said, I’m properly fed. Placing my foot against the wall, I push back. The wolf and I go crashing to the ground. I roll off him and hop to my feet. Now I’m on the opposite side of the room. Theferal stands. The first brown feral limps over to his side. Blood coats his dirty fur.

I snarl. They both charge me at once. I work overtime, leaping up on the table. I return my blade, flip my hand over and shoot a dart at the brown wolf. It hits him directly in the eye. The other wolf leaps, trying to take my head off. I drop onto the table. The wolf leaps over me, his belly on full display. Holding up my sword, I slice into his stomach. He howls out, but it dies quickly as he hits the ground on the other side of the table.

I groan out in pain as sharp teeth latch on to my ankle. The one-eyed wolf is not happy with me. He yanks my leg, pulling me off the table. I hit the ground hard, rattling my teeth. He lets go of my ankle and leaps at my throat. Before I can get my blade out to take off his head. A black wolf tackles the feral into the fridge, tearing the door off. Enzo sinks his fangs into the wolf’s neck with quickness. The beast dies instantly.

“I’ll help you,” Alarick offers me his hand.

I wince as I get to my feet. “Thanks,” I tell him.

“Let me go,” the vampire I still have pinned to the wall shouts.

“Tie him to the chair,” I tell the others.

Alarick goes to assist the other wolves. Enzo quickly takes his place.

“Sit,” he demands. I can tell he’s mad.

He lifts me up and places me on the table. Even though I already feel my ankle mending, I let him fuss over me. He rolls the end of my leggings back to look at my ankle. Like I knew it would, the flesh is back together. Thankfully, the wolf didn’t break my bone. Bones take longer to heal.

He rolls my pants legs back down and glares into my eyes.

“Next time, call for help,”he snarls in my head.

“You were busy, Zo.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t fucking care, Michaela. You are my responsibility. I don’t care that you can take care of yourself. Call me next time.”

It’s so strange having someone like him in my life. I’m not used to depending on anyone besides myself. Especially when it came to fighting. Asking Markis for help in a battle was a sign of weakness. And here I have Enzo basically demanding it.

“I’m sorry,”I say through our link.“I’ll call you for help next time.”