Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 98082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
His frame is large, putting me in the mind of one of my kind, not a wolf as I had expected. Wolves are smaller than we are. Only lycan alphas come anywhere near our size.
I shouldn’t be surprised as we have already learned there are those of our kind still roaming the earth. My curiosity is piqued. If not a pack member, how did this being get in?
A gust of wind picked up as if someone had blown it into the temple and Ace lifted his head. Ace stood right away, on alert and ready to protect the temple.
However, something else entered the air. It’s so oppressive I can feel it even now in this state. No wonder Ace couldn’t shift. However, he’s a skilled warrior and took on the cloaked intruder without shifting fully.
I watch as the cloaked figure fights with a familiar style. However, there’s something off. Almost like he wasn’t in complete control or as if he was intent on being cautious.
He was in a defensive mood almost the entire time. Then it happened and I’m jerked back to the present. The same flash of light from the night I found Taylor in the parking lot.
“Those fucking hunters,” I growl.
Runaway Fairy
“Thank you for suggesting the chakrams as my go-to weapons. They feel right, as if they’re meant to be,” I purr as I wrap my arms around Bradan’s waist and look up at him.
His chest is bare and he’s all sweaty. Proving he’s no longer holding back. I don’t mind, I feel stronger. I’m no longer afraid to spar with him.
“They suit you. Your speed is improving. Let’s keep going.”
“Okay, let’s do this,” I say and smile.
Releasing him, I back up and allow him to get ready to attack. For a moment, I’m stuck in awe. He seems taller and more powerful as he stands with heat rising off his skin.
This time, he has chains in his hands. They are lit with flames as he spins them like nunchaku. Bradan is a magnificent being. He moves with such fluidity and focus. Not flinching in the slightest as the flames whirl around him.
“Focus, Taylor. You can’t be in awe of your enemy,” Bradan says in my head.
I take in a sharp breath. I didn’t realize I was so transfixed by his actions. He begins to move toward me, slowly at first, then he flashes in front of me in the blink of an eye. I dip back as one chain moves through the air to connect with my head. It sails over my face as I turn my head to the side. The heat caresses my cheek as it passes.
“Nice, baby girl,” Bradan says proudly.
I straighten and duck as the other chain comes at me from the other side. My chest swells with pride as I note I am moving a lot faster. When I come up, I call on my chakrams and cross them before me to block his next attack. The sound of metal-on-metal pierces my ears, but I stay focused.
Good thing I do because Bradan flashes behind me and tries the same attack. I twist around and duck out of the way, bending forward at the waist, the chains and heat moving across my back. When I straighten, I can see the second chain coming for my face out of the corner of my eye. I flash out of the way and come up behind Bradan, but he has already countered my flash and is at my side, spinning one of the chains above his head.
This is my move; time for me to strike. I run at him, making him think I’m going to come in close. The moment I can anticipate he’s about to try to wrap me in the chains, I pull up short and run at the air as if running up a wall to do a backflip. Sparks come from my feet with each step.
I draw on those sparks and allow them to move through me, building into flames. Then I pull them up into my chakrams. Completing the flip and releasing the weapons, I land in a crouch before him.
Bradan has a look of shock on his face as I look up through my lashes and smile at him. His cheek has a trickle of blood spilling, as does his right shoulder from the wounds that are already healing. Yet, I can see the skin was seared as well, causing the wounds to heal slower.
“Fuck me,” he breathes. “That was damn good, baby. Damn fucking good.”
I smile and hold my hands up for my returning weapons. They fit into my palms like old lovers. I lift to stand and saunter forward to close the distance between us.
He looks down at me with a heated gaze in his eyes. Excitement fills me because I know I’m about to receive a reward for my efforts this session. Suddenly, his eyes go distant, and a frown comes to his face.