All Chapters of Destruction of The Seelie Court: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Tyler POV It was clear to me that we couldn't win this fight. Theo had too many wolves backing him; as soon as I saw Damian fall, I ran to my chambers to try and get Jasmine and Asher to safety. I thought none of Theo's wolves had made it deep inside the castle; as soon as I opened the door, I realized I was so wrong. The rich coppery tang of blood filled my senses; what was left of Jasmine was scattered across the room; the bastards had torn her apart. I don't have time to grieve for her; I need to find my son. I searched our chambers, looking for Asher; he was nowhere to be found; rage like I had never experienced before ran through my body, causing it to shake. I knew I had to remain calm if I had any hopes of finding him; I didn't realize I was kneeling beside his cot until I looked at my hands. I was clutching his blanket against my chest; I couldn't stop the tears running down my face. The same thought kept playing on rewind inside my head, ‘who had my boy? Where could they have

Tyler POV I don't know how long I have slept; dreams have haunted my sleep all morning. I kept seeing Jasmine's body strewn across the floor of our chambers. Now and then, Asher's face would cloud my vision; his sweet face was always blurred, I would put my arms out to hold him, but he was always just out of my reach. Sweat has soaked through my clothes, making them cling to me. My skin feels like insects are crawling all over me; my mind is restless. There's no way I will get any more sleep today. The sounds of my wolves snoring bounce off the cave walls. I tilt my head to one side when I hear water trickling down the cave wall; I walk toward the sound and notice a small hollow on the ground. I bend, cupping my hands together, and dip them into the water. The water is ice cold; I take a hesitant sip; it has a slightly metallic taste, but other than that, it's okay. I drink my fill and wash my face trying to clear my head. Then make my way to the threshold of the cave; it's mid-aftern

Skyla POV I know Xavier will be angry when I return, but any information I can find out about what's going on in the other realms will benefit us. The Seelie are strong, well trained, and very fast; the adrenaline that pumps inside me when I hunt them is addictive. I love the challenge they give me; I can get so close before they know I am there; werewolves and vampires are more similar than we would like to admit. Both our species enjoy hunting down and killing our prey. I glide through the forest unnoticed, much closer to the Seelie border than I usually would be. A flash of movement disturbing the air near the border; catches my eye; I move back into the shadows and watch as Allana materializes. I can tell by the way Allana briskly walks toward the Seelie's border that she is agitated and distracted. I lean forward, trying to get a closer look at the woman approaching Allana; her long white hair flows gently in the breeze. My breath hitches in my throat when I realize it’s the See

Tyler POV I had just put Asher down to sleep and was walking back to the sitting area when Lilly waved her hand in the air, getting my attention. She places a finger against her lips. “Sssshhh.” I stand beside her and lean against the door leading to the hall. Skyla and Xavier's voices are quiet, hushed, but with my wolf hearing, I can still hear every word. Xavier hisses as he says, “No fucking way, Skyla, I won't allow you to do it.” Skyla lets out a harsh breath, “Lisha is scared that when she takes the necklace off, she may hurt one of us.” I could hear the anger in Xavier's voice as he whispered, “No, Skyla, you are not to do this.” Skyla whispers furiously, “It is not your decision, Xavier; it's Lisha’s.” His voice is cold as he sneers, “If you do this, Skyla, I will never forgive you.” When I hear the sound of Xavier's footsteps fade. I open the door; Skyla hasn't moved; I look at her raising my eyebrows, and ask, “Do what, Skyla?” Skyla gasps and goes

Xavier POV Sometimes I feel so much older than the people around me. I run my fingers through my hair and walk to the liquor cabinet; Tyler is sprawled on the couch, trying to give me the impression that he is cool, calm, and collected; he forgets a vampire's hearing is just as acute as werewolves, being hybrid, I would go as far to say I can literally hear the blood pumping through his veins as his anger rises. I pour us both a large whiskey, hoping the alcohol will calm him down; he isn't going to like what I have to say. I hold the glass out to him; he inclines his head at me; taking the glass from my hand, I blow out a deep breath of unneeded air as I lean back in the chair and watch the flames dancing on the burning log. A movement in the corner of the room catches my eye; the old female wolf, Sylvia, chuckles as she shuffles toward us and takes a seat next to Tyler. Sylvia snickers as she says, “You two look like you are feeling sorry for yourselves.” I wipe my mouth with my