Wild Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary Book 4)

I’d only made it up a couple of flights of the twisting stairway when more guards had flooded down them to intercept me. They came at me in droves and I was forced to defend myself time and again, my Vampire speed not much good to me here when they were packed so tightly together that there was no chance of me cutting through them and killing as I went.

Instead, I had to dodge and duck the barrage of magic crashing my way and I was sporting plenty of burns and cuts thanks to these assholes. I killed as swiftly as I could, the ones I’d taken down piling up on the stairs and causing more of the guards to stumble, giving me an opportunity to kill them. But this onslaught couldn’t go on forever and I had to be running thin on luck.

A fireball went whooshing past my ear and scorching the very ends of my hair in the process. I had to change tactics before I made one too many mistakes and ended up dead.

Summoning the force of my power, I cast water into existence further up the stairs, creating a torrential flood that blasted into them from behind. Cries of alarm went up, the cascade happening so quickly that even the water elementals among them could do little to stop it. They were sent smashing into each other with the water slamming into their backs and I leapt for the closest window. I broke it with my fist and swung myself outside as the flood sent them all tumbling away down the steps.

A dragon’s roar split the air apart and my thoughts went to Cain.

“Stay alive, brother,” I muttered under my breath then I hurried along the soaked stairwell, shooting up it in a burst of speed.

I checked the corridors I passed, seeking out any sign of Sin or Max and praying it wasn’t too late for them. My hearing didn’t pick up anything of note in these passages so I doubled backed to the stairs and kept climbing. My ascent slowed each time I found a door or corridor to search, but if this forsaken tower had belonged to me, I knew exactly where I would keep my most prized possessions. And that was at its very peak. So I forged on, climbing higher still only to find another line of guards racing my way.

I bared my fangs, more beast than Fae as I prepared to intercept them. Somewhere in this building my Lion was waiting for me, but while it anticipated my arrival, I would show my enemies what a bloodthirsty Vampire I could be.