Page 78 of Bite The Power That Feeds

His eyes locked on mine, unblinking.

I stared back, holding my ground against this dog.

“What a shame.” In an instant, he’d turned, changing from the ordinary human he’d been before into a beast that roared so loudly it made the gate shake.

“Fire!” King Elias yelled to the archers.

The hilt of the sword was in my hand, and I dodged the first swipe of his enormous paw. The last time I’d battled a werewolf, I’d been an ordinary human, so my movements had been slow and sloppy. I was amazed by the way I was now able to dodge his attack. With the speed of the wind, I sidestepped one of his claws and swiped my blade across his torso.

“Roooaaaarrr!” With a loud cry, he growled into the night, blood dripping down his fur. He bared his teeth at me, shaking with fury that couldn’t be suppressed. Arrows continued to rain down, and then the other two men turned as well.

I was outnumbered.

The first one charged at me.

I sidestepped his attack, but he spun around and smacked his closed paw into my head.

I was knocked backward, my sword falling from my hand.

He was on me instantly, about to slam both of his big arms right into my body to break my sternum and everything connected to it.

I rolled out of the way and grabbed my sword in the process. Before he could get me, I slashed my knife across his heel.

He screamed in fury then stumbled, like I’d gotten his Achilles tendon.

“I told you to leave!”

Spit dripped from his gaping mouth, my murder visible in his eyes. With a limp, he came at me again.

I got to my feet and dodged the attack of another.

The arrows came, but they weren’t enough to deflect them.

I was in deep shit now.

One swiped at me, and I ducked just in time, my head nearly knocked from my shoulders.

“Larisa!” King Elias yelled. “Behind you!”

I turned to see the first werewolf on me again, victory in his grasp. With three pissed-off werewolves against one vampire, I didn’t have a chance. I’d assumed my royal status would make them scurry like rats into a sewer, but it was a horrible bet. My husband’s name wasn’t enough to protect me.

Something struck me from another direction, and I was shoved to the ground. I hit the earth, my sword dropping, my world spinning.

“Hiiisssssssss.”

I turned at the sound, recognizing that noise anywhere. “Fang?”

Kingsnake made a flurry of blows with his sword, his black cloak dancing as he moved. He sliced the werewolf across the eye then dug deep into his shoulder. His blade flashed with light as it spun, chopping the monster into pieces until he crumpled to the ground.

Fang had the other by the throat, cutting off his air supply so Cobra could impale him in the heart.

Kingsnake was already on the last one, stabbing him in the back because he’d tried to run away.

It all happened in just a few seconds, the battle over immediately once they arrived.

I grabbed my sword and pushed to my feet, feeling a phantom heartbeat in my chest from all the terror.

Kingsnake turned to me, and instead of being relieved that I was unharmed, he looked like he wanted to hurt me far more than that werewolf had. “What the fuck, Larisa?” His body shook as the hilt remained in his hand.