Every soldier in the pack sprinted to the ambush area in formation. Some were left behind to protect the headquarters, but Rhett had a bigger priority.
Isleen and Kylo wouldn’t have gotten home before this. They lost and certainly would have been caught in the ambush. So, he solo ran there on his slaying every vampire that got in his way.
He could already see Kylo in his wolf form, fighting off vampires and biting into them before they could get him. That was his son, he smiled.
Kylo did inherit his ferociousness on the battlefield. Had he not been so protective of Kylo, he would have enrolled him in the pack’s military. Kylo always fought like he was meant for it.
He was injuring and bringing down as many vampires as he could with his claws and fangs, his wolf heaving and imposing. It was only a shame that unless they cut off the vampires’ heads, they wouldn’t have an upper hand over them.
They had to wait until the pack soldiers arrived with silvers to slay them. Not that the pack members didn’t have weapons too but they had been ambushed, caught off guard, and unprepared.
Also at the time when they were celebrating and unsuspecting. He searched for her amidst the chaos. Amidst the spilling of blood, the screams, and the stench of death in the air.
Just then, he saw her. She was doing what she knew how to do best; being kind. She was shepherding some kids into a shield created by some fey. He smiled, proud of her and happy that she was safe.
His smile disappeared when a vampire grabbed her. Even Rhett didn’t see the vampire coming to the scene, the deaths, and everything else blurred around him just as he sighted her.
His senses and everything else only wanted to be aware of her. He should be ashamed. Vampires were slaying his people - the people he was appointed to protect, and here he was, daydreaming about his son’s girlfriend.
The vampire seemed to be saying something to Isleen. The sight of the vampire sent a jolt through him, a primal urge to rip it to shreds before it could harm her. He surged forward, a snarl ripping from his throat. Rhett wasted no time to approach them. He was almost there when a vampire lunged at him.
Yikes. He had also loose-guarded and was caught off guard.
He slammed into him with surprising force, momentarily knocking the breath out of his lungs.
This wasn’t part of the plan. He cursed his short lapse, his eyes blazing with fury as he grappled with the unexpected opponent. He couldn’t afford any distractions.
Rage warred with strategy in Rhett’s mind. The unexpected vampire was strong, its blows fueled by hunger. Rhett dodged a swipe aimed at his head, the wind whistling past his ear. He countered with a vicious jab to the creature’s chest, but it barely fazed the beast. They were locked in a brutal fight, each blow met with a snarl and a shower of sparks as claws met metal.
But Rhett was a seasoned warrior. He knew these creatures’ vulnerabilities. He feigned a left hook, then with lightning speed, drove a silver dagger he kept strapped to his forearm deep into the vampire’s exposed neck. A gruff shriek ripped from the creature’s throat as he recoiled, his crimson eyes flickering with disbelief.
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