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The Mythguard have a policy against exterminating pregnant shifters,” Everett pointed out.“Normally, yes, but they’ve made an exception for this one. Their assessment has determined that Sibyelle will continue to be a threat after delivering her child, and her child poses a strong risk of becoming hostile if raised by the Inkscales,” explained Sebastian.“Isn’t there a way you can save the baby?” I asked.Sebastian shook his head.“Not this time.”That was brutal. I didn’t envy Lothair and Sibyelle for their situation, but I also didn’t have any sympathy for them. They were both evil, heartless people for the deaths they caused—killing Gavin’s parents and Everett’s packmates. I didn’t think an unborn baby deserved to die, but if the only alternative was either leaving Sibyelle alive or ripping the baby out of her… maybe it was best to just slay Sibyelle and let the baby die with her.What a horrible fate.“So you can begin preparing for the extermination then?” asked Everett.“We wil

“He must have known that the Mythguard would come for him after attacking us. It sounds like they may have possibly abandoned the territory and gone into hiding,” I added, then slowly shook my head. “I can’t say for sure. But Sebastian says the most recent scent in the territory was David from yesterday.”“What does that mean for us?” asked one of my packmates.“It could mean we’re safe for now, or it could mean the opposite. We don’t know where they’ll be, so we don’t know what direction to watch them from. They’re clearly evading the Mythguard,” I explained.“What do we do, then?” asked another packmate.“There’s nothing we can do at the moment besides wait for the extermination attempt to conclude,” I told them. “We’ll wait for the official report from Sebastian.”My packmates began murmuring among themselves, concerned with the disappearance of our enemies. I was too. This meant that we really had no idea what David might be planning. We would be holding our breath for who knew h

There was no time for us to find a detour. Disregarding the damage to his Lexus—it already sustained a series of bullet holes—he maneuvered around the two cars, barely clinging to the shoulder and avoiding falling into the ditch, before we continued on. My parents’ house was deep in a residential bay. All the houses we passed had their lights on, their inhabitants hiding in terror at the sound of gunshots. As we drove past, some people became brave enough to stand outside, looking for the source of the mayhem, and I felt sick imagining what casualties might have formed by a stray bullet. Even thinking about the dragons we took down made me nauseous. I was proud that I had helped take down the one man, but the man Everett shot in the chest might not survive—and the one whose neck he broke was most certainly dead. Everett had killed two dragons already. I never imagined him capable of such a thing, and peeking over at him, I wondered if it even affected him. He stared firmly at the roa

I pushed into the room and went for David. The maddened Alpha was disheveled with blood, his peppered beard scraggly and blue eyes wild, white dress shirt unbuttoned three down and sleeves torn. He pushed Muriel behind himself and thrust the knife at me.“Not so fast, March!” snarled David. “Any closer and I’ll cut the unicorn open!”“She’s useless to you if she dies in her human form,” I said. “I never said I’d kill her.”But fresh blood was poisonous to unicorns. I could already see bloody handprints tainting Muriel’s arm and pale clothes. Heavy fatigue circled her eyes, her body struggling to persist through all the violence. In my periphery, I saw Lothair’s transformation nearly complete, and knew I was rapidly running out of time.Disregarding David’s warning, I lunged for his arm to try to get the knife out of his hands. He growled and kicked my shin, then swung the knife at me, cleaving across my shoulder. I grabbed his shirt and slung my arm around his neck, wrestling with him

Aislin POVFor two days, I traveled between the hospital and Everett’s house. I only went back to Everett’s place to sleep and shower. Fortunately, my job had given me the week off, my other manager having found coworkers to cover my shifts. I wouldn’t have been able to focus, nor would I have been very effective with the jagged wounds on my arms, but they were healing at least. I didn’t eat as much as I should have. It didn’t matter—nothing mattered while my mother was lying there, struggling to survive her burns.By the third day, she finally stirred. The moment I saw her move, my heart leaped and I sat up, watching as she slowly opened the one eye not hidden beneath bandages. My mother groggily blinked awake and stared at the dimly lit ceiling above, then turned her head ever so slightly, taking in her surroundings. The twist of her neck elicited a small whimper from her. That sound was enough to bring me to my feet, hovering over the edge of the bed.“Mom?”She adjusted her body t