Davina (Davy Harwood #3)(51)

The Immortal was getting riled up. Davy almost smiled, but she masked her amusement.

“Davy!”

“No.” Davy shook her head. “I’m going to stay a moment. I’d like to pretend I’m normal again.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.” She was honest. “But I feel it’s important, so that’s what I’m going to do.” She rolled her head to the side. If steam could’ve left The Immortal’s head, an entire cloud of it would’ve exploded from her. Her cheeks puffed out and her lips pursed together, she was about to argue, but Davy held up a hand. She motioned it to the side and because she willed it, The Immortal’s neck was snapped.

The invisible being didn’t drop to the ground next to her. No. She disappeared, that was it, but Davy closed her eyes and did as she said she would. She was going to rest and she was going to try to remember why she started this journey in the first place.

The Immortal would be back, but for now, it was nice to have silence.





“What just happened back there?”

Gavin ignored the human’s question. They were still rushing back. He growled, holding onto whichever human he had grabbed. “We have to keep moving.”

Tracey was sprinting next to him, holding onto the second human. “The Immortal is no longer our ally. We have to return to our leader.”

“What?”

Spencer was held within Gavin’s grasp and he looked over, able to meet Cal’s gaze even though they were traveling faster than a race car. He shrugged in response to his friend’s question. The vampires knew where they were going. All he cared about was that he hadn’t died, because he was pretty sure that was what psycho chick had been about to do. Taking their humanity was code for, I want to kill you, bitches. As long as they were away from her, he was golden pie.

Until they got to the river . . . When they stopped and saw what was happening, Spencer squeaked, “Can we go back to the psycho chick?”

Cal’s hand shot in the air. “I second that.”

Before them, right on the river’s bank, was the battleground. Wolves were running at each other, tearing each other apart. Gavin leapt out of the path of two wrestling each other. They careened past him, right into the water, and both scrambled back to the bank, but the one on top ripped into the other’s throat. Landing on his feet, in a crouching position, Gavin threw his head back. His vampire senses were on full alert. They didn’t have time to stand there and take in the bloody and violent scene. They needed to identify allies from enemies and they needed to do it fast.

He yelled out to Tracey and Gregory, “Guard the humans. Roane is here.”

Both vampires already had their weapons drawn. A wolf turned on them, leaping in the air. Tracey evaded it and sliced the sword through the wolf’s throat. He fell to the ground, right at Spencer and Cal’s feet.

“Holy—” Spencer started, his mouth gaping wide open.

Cal let out a harrowing groan and clenched his teeth together. “I suddenly feel warm. “ He asked Spencer, “Why would I feel warm right now?”

Spencer shook his head. “Did you piss yourself? Because I think I just did.”

Gregory grabbed the wolf’s feet and threw it in the air. It landed clear across the embankment, and as it did, it drew the attention from a large group of feuding wolves. Those that were fighting, stopped, sniffed the air, and turned their heads until they were staring at the newcomers.

“Yep,” Cal muttered. “Definitely soiled myself there.”

A wolf was in mid-air sailing right past them when Gregory grabbed it. He held it up by its throat and leaned in close to growl, “What bloodline are you from?”

The wolf had a silver mane with a black streak around the eyes. It tried to bite him. Gregory adjusted his hold, bracing his arm on the other side of the wolf’s neck when Gavin yelled out, “Stop. That’s a Christane wolf.” His eyes were almost beaming as he looked at Tracey. “Christian Christane was Davy’s friend’s brother. Right?”

Tracey frowned. She shared it with Gregory, who asked, “So I shouldn’t kill the wolf?”

As he held him, another wolf bounded up and pulled the wolf free. Gregory turned to reach for it again, but the rescuing wolf was there. It snarled at Gregory, but it was a soft snarl. There wasn’t enough heat behind it to warrant that it was a threat.

The two wolves backed away and then ran to their allies.

Tracey stood close to Cal and Spencer, her sword in front of her. She kept her back to them, shielding them. Gregory and Gavin did the same.

She threw over her shoulder, “We need to identify who are allies and quick.”

Gavin clipped his head in a nod. “I agree.” He was scanning the battleground. Dead wolves were all over the ground, but as quickly as they arrived, the battle on their bank was already ending. The last wolves that were alive dashed off, going around a bend, and sounds from another battle were heard. Howls. Screeches. Whimpers. Shouts. Screams. They heard all of that, but there was a low rumbling in the distance, too. It sounded like thunder from far away, but it wasn’t. As Gavin gripped his sword tighter, he took a step forward. He could feel the rumbling. It was coming from beneath them. It was in the ground, and he felt its magic.

It was strong, maybe too strong for them.