Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 129268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
“Go.” Her weakly spoken word is all I need to run to Alec. I push my back against his, giving him support as I wait for the inevitable blows. With our backs protected, the vampires can only attack us head-on, giving us a better chance at defending ourselves. In a blink, a gash is slashed across my face. Another blur and a gush of wind whip in front of my face. My arm reaches in front of me, but I catch nothing. The fucker is too fast. My wolf roars in anger.
Thump, thump, my blood pounds.
“Your gun!” Alec reminds me of the weapon strapped to my body. My fingers reach for the trigger at the same time that the vampire attacking me tears it from my body. The instant the trigger is pulled, there’s a loud bang and a blinding flash of white. Instinctively I reach up to shield my eyes from the bright light. As I drop my hand and open my eyes, I gaze in wonder. Everything has slowed before me. The once loud surroundings are now a haze of white noise.
The gun is slowly being turned to face me as the pale vampire points it in my direction. I’m able to easily snatch the gun from the vampire’s grasp and smash it across his face as his body seemingly continues to defy time and gravity.
Cold drifts around me as I move, seamlessly and easily while others are trapped for only a moment in this warped field.
I watch in awe as time speeds once again and the sound of screams ring in my ears, seeming louder than before. The vampire crashes on the ground and time returns to normal. My finger pulls the trigger and I welcome the flash of white as I barrel toward the still vampire and rip his throat out with my fangs. The magic relents quicker than before and time ceases to still for me as I watch Alec take the strike of a blade across his throat. I pull the trigger a third time and don’t wait for the flash of light. I ram my body into the vampire, whose fangs are bared, prepared to feast on Alec’s weakened body. I smash his head into the cement floor over and over without mercy. Even as time resumes, I continue bashing him into the hard, unforgiving ground until his skull breaks and his struggle becomes nothing.
Alec’s body falls to the ground and he reaches for his throat. I crawl on the floor to reach him, but his eyes find mine before darting behind me in warning. I turn prepared for an attack, adrenaline spiking through my veins, but instead I see both Veronica and Vince losing their respective battles. Fear crushes down on me. Natalia and Veronica are each armed with blades, and they both have several pierced into their bodies. Veronica is much worse off, though, with a glaring gash down the front of her chest. Her body heaves, but her eyes are focused on vengeance.
Vince is struggling beneath Remy, both with their fangs out and snarling as they attempt to reach each other’s throats. I quickly pull the trigger waiting for time to stop, for the moment to easily rip Remy into two, but time no longer obeys. I pull the trigger over and over as I run toward the two werewolves, wrapped around each other in a fight to the death. I toss the gun aside in a fit of anger as the magic no longer grants me an advantage and barrel into Remy's body, forcing him off of Vince. The second I have him pinned under me, Vince rises and quickly wraps his hands around Remy’s throat, pulling with all his weight. I push my body on top of Remy’s and wrench against Vince’s strength. Remy screams in terror and pain as his neck snaps from the strain and his body goes limp.
I rise quickly, preparing for more, only to find myself surrounded by bloodshed. Carol hovers over Alec. Two sorcerers are surrounding the witches with white light. The vampires all lay dead, scattered in pieces across the large room.
The only noise is a violent hiss as Natalia and Veronica circle each other in the center of the room. Their dark, distorted dance of death has them weaving in and out among the humans who are still tied to the chairs, which have toppled over. Vince races to the center of the room, ready to help his mate.
“Behind me!” The bellowed command and the blur of Veronica’s vision comes to form, her back to his. Natalia’s body whips in front of Veronica’s as Vince bends forward and Veronica leans her back against his as she wraps her legs around Natalia’s neck, forcing the vampire to claw and slash at her legs. Vince moves as fast as he can, pushing the two vampires to the ground before grabbing Natalia’s arms and pinning them behind her back. Veronica’s legs bear several wounds. A deep gash in her upper thigh seeps blood as she squeezes her thighs around Natalia’s neck, cutting off her oxygen.