Wild Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary Book 4)

I took a running jump and grabbed hold of the side of the tower, my fingers digging into the bricks and forging handholds as my magic flared from me. The moon was out and I had sprinted across the ground to get here meaning that my magic was blazing to its fullest extent.

My gifts had shrouded me from sight once more so while Ethan, Roary, Cain and Hastings all drew the eyes of anyone inside the compound to them, I went unnoticed as I heaved myself up the wall to find them.

Ethan howled and I flinched as an echo of his pain slammed through my side, making me wince before I gritted my teeth against it and heaved myself higher.

I looked up, not caring that the ground was getting more and more indistinct beneath me because my destination was ahead and not below.

A flash of movement made me glance to my left where Cain and Roary moved in bursts of Vampire speed, tearing into the line of guards who had run from the compound to confront them.

Higher. I had to move faster.

I reached up again, my fingers grasping at the stone and forcing perfect handholds into place with every movement. I was travelling fast enough to regenerate my power too so all I had to do was focus on the climb.

Sin was close, I was certain of it. And I had to hope that he hadn’t been here long enough for anything untoward to have happened to him yet either. Vard’s operations took time and it had been little over an hour since he had captured my Incubus and his brother. Surely he couldn’t have started operating on either of them yet.

A blast rattled the tower and I cursed as I slipped, losing my grip on one hand, my feet swinging wildly beneath me as a dangled precariously by the tips of my fingers.

Magic flared through me even as the dizzying drop below swayed through my vision and I snarled at the tower, the world and the fucking stars for planting us into this tumultuous fate. But the moon had my back. Always had, always would.

I punched the tower with my free hand, my magic carving into the bricks like they were made of sand, until I could steady myself firmly enough to repeat the motion for my feet.

I panted as I clung to the wall, getting control of myself and letting the surge of adrenaline subside so that I wasn’t shaking as I reached upwards again. I was about halfway to the top where glimmering windows spoke of a way in which none of the bastardos hiding away in this place should have suspected.

Moonlight illuminated the pale walls before me as if once again my favourite celestial being was lighting up a path before me. I could hear her whispering encouragement to me, promising that I was on the right track.

Higher I climbed, the cries of my enemies and the howling screams of Gustard’s monstrous form fading away as I focused on nothing but the solid beat of my own heart.

My pack were fighting to buy me this chance. I wouldn’t let them down. And as the moonlight shone brightly on the windows high above, I felt certain that victory would soon be within my grasp.