Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
When we’re about thirty feet from our target, we stop and look back at our brothers wreaking havoc around us.
Caden and Kian are inside a large group of hunters. At least twenty surround the duo.
For a second, I fear I’ve led my brothers to certain death.
“Ash…” I snarl in deep sadness.
I can’t let them die. Not here. Not now.
Ash just shakes his head at me and points to a large animal rushing into the fight.
Tilting my head in confusion, I ask, “Is that a fucking Kodiak bear?”
“No.” Asher laughs loudly. “That’s fucking Dav.”
Unholy sweet, succulent tits, it is.
I watch as the monstrous beast becomes a blurred fury of teeth and death.
The only thing that points to it not being a fucking bear is the long tail swinging about as it tears off heads.
“Fucking hells.” I laugh. “They sure grow them big here.”
Kian and Caden quickly start making deeper cuts into the hunters. Each causing death and destruction as they move.
Asher drops his wrench and nods to Maddox. “Get ready.”
Maddox turns to face us and quietly says, “I hate you both for this.”
Asher puts his hands under Maddox’s armpits and lifts him off the ground.
Then he starts running toward the brick wall with Maddox held up like a shield in front of him.
Pushing myself up against Asher’s broad back, I feel Matthias push up against me.
Like we’re a fucking train…
“Choo-choo, motherfucker!” Matthias laughs as the three of us sprint full steam ahead.
What we’re really doing, though, is using Maddox as a wrecking ball. Taking advantage of his impervious skin.
There’s a body-jarring impact as Maddox collides with the stone wall.
Then we’re all simply shoving him through the brick and mortar of the building.
When we’re through the hole, I’m momentarily blinded by all the dust and debris falling down.
Hunched over, Maddox looks up at us and spits dust from his mouth. “That was worse than Berlin.”
I still can’t feel Alena through the bond, but she’s close. Her beguiling scent tinged with the horrible smell of her burning flesh.
“She’s fucking burning!” I scream in a mixture of fear and rage.
Racing toward the battle that’s blocking my path forward, I roar a wordless war cry.
My beast challenging any who would dare stand in our way.
Chloe’s wrath suddenly crashes into my own rage like a fucking tidal wave.
Looking to the front of the church, I watch as she jumps on the back of priest robed in crimson.
“He’s mine!” she screams and flashes her fangs before viciously tearing into his neck.
Then the two of them blink out of existence.
“Fuck!” Asher screams and rushes into the fray.
Beheading hunters left and right with his bare hands, he clears the way for me.
My eyes finally find Alena as I barrel toward the altar.
But she’s still so far away, I don’t know how I’ll reach her before she burns to death.
Sensing my distress, Matthias grabs me and lifts me over his head.
Then he throws me as hard as he can.
My body flies through the air, sailing across all the fighting, like a fucking cannonball of destruction.
And when I land, it’s conveniently on top of a duo of hunters.
A duo of hunters that were trying to stab my love in the back.
I’d take some satisfaction in their bodies snapping like twigs if my love wasn’t still in imminent danger.
Alena is latched onto the prophet like a fucking baby koala clinging to its mother.
The little bratty devil growling and relentlessly digging her fangs into his throat.
The prophet is writhing on his knees and looks as if he’s given up on fighting her.
And I’d love nothing more than to watch her kill the motherfucker.
But they’re both on fire.
She can’t feel pain, but I know she won’t last much longer if I don’t stop her.
Rushing up to Alena, I tackle her off the prophet.
Her legs and thighs are smoldering, the flesh and muscle burned down to the bone. And part of her dress is still burning.
Smothering the flames with my own hands, I ignore the searing pain. Then I press my forearm against her mouth so she can drink from me.
At first, Alena blinks her long lashes and stares up at me in confusion.
Then recognition fills her big blue eyes and she bites my arm in the tenderest way possible.
There’s no pain or pleasure as her fangs sink into me.
But she’s also not swallowing.
The blood is filling her mouth and just flowing out of the corners.
Drink! I scream into the bond.
But our connection is still somehow blocked off.
Fuck.
Matthias lands beside me with a savage grin and gives me a wink.
Then he races up to the prophet and raises his sword high into the air.
Gripping the hilt in both hands, he stabs the sword downwards, impaling the prophet in the chest. The blade slams through the bastard’s heart and sticks in the floor beneath him.
The prophet trapped against the floor, Matthias turns to me and screams, “Give me a blade! I need to behead this motherfucker!”