107. The Beginning Of The End

Blood. The scream that died in his throat. The limbs that landed on the roof of their little toy car. The lifeless eyes staring up at him from the ground.

Fin was dead before his magic could flare up to defend him.

He felt the stinging dark magic shackle him from behind and turned to see Alpha Hugo with his eyes black and black veins around them. Soft chants came from his lips and made his invisible shackles tighter. And then, in front of him, Lincoln did the same. The whites of his eyes bled black, and he lifted his palms to start chanting.

He had seen them in action once or twice in his lifetime, but their magic had never been used against him or anyone with his blood. If his father had been alive, he would have told him he’d brought shame to the family name.

But he was fighting for his child’s life. Richard King hadn’t had a paternal bone in his body, so he wouldn’t have understood this. But it was his mate bond that had driven him to madness. That much he would have understood.