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Every fucking fear inside of me crashes down on my shoulders like the weight of the world.

I burst through the door of the bathroom, but she’s already gone.

Racing up to the broken window, I peer outside and see her being carried high into the night sky.

“Alena!” I roar as her shape becomes smaller and smaller.

Gargoyles…

Only awitchholds power over gargoyles.

Cellphones start ringing all over the house. The shrill tones driving me further and further into madness.

Rage strums every fiber of my being.

My beast wants to be unleashed. Begging me to give into his unholy fury.

And I allow it.

Another winged stone creature slams its heavy body into the window frame. Its bulk and weight easily collapsing the wall around it.

The gargoyle opens its mouth in a silent roar as it launches itself at me. Taking the impact, I roar my own challenge in return.

Upstairs, Maddox screams something about interrupting his shower.

But I have my own gargoyle to deal with.

Locked in a tight embrace with the stone fucker, it tries to bite my throat.

Leaning my head back, I slam my forehead into its lower jaw.

And it hurts like a motherfucker.

Shaking my head, I’m dizzy, and the world is spinning around me.

Whatever stone these fuckers are made out of isn’t normal.

Bringing my knee up between us, I don’t bother trying to knee the bastard in the nuts. It doesn’t fucking have any.

But I need the leverage.

Holding onto its arms, I use all the strength in my berserking body to yank them off the body.

The gargoyle stumbles back for a moment. Only to charge back in with its wings wide and gaping mouth full of fangs.

Grinning savagely, I use its own arms as clubs to beat the shit out of its head and shatter its skull.

Its body drops lifelessly to the ground and breaks into pieces, as if whatever magic was powering it is gone now.

Roaring into the house, my voice echoes throughout the rooms. “Take their heads and they die!”

As I race toward the garage, another gargoyle crashes through the back door of the kitchen.

I’m on the fucker’s back in an instant.

Wrenching its head to the side, I brace my feet against its wings and yank as hard as I can.

The head comes off, but the force I used causes me to fall to the floor, landing on my back.