My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King
A high-pitched whistle sliced through the humid air.
Dozens of blow-darts, tipped not with tree-frog poison, but with condensed, liquid dark matter, rained down on us from the canopy.
Killian didn't even flinch. His human silhouette flickered, instantly replaced by the thirteen-foot, obsidian mass of the Shadow Lycan.
He didn't dodge the darts. He caught the air itself.
A massive wave of gravitational shadow erupted from Killian's form, suspending the deadly darts mid-air, inches from my face. With a low, vibrating growl, he reversed the polarity. The darts shot back into the canopy a hundred times faster than they had been blown.