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People are everywhere, but where are the lycans?The vamps?The demons?

How the hell am I supposed to knowwhoI’m fighting?They all look the same.

I gaze around, all the while evading fire, trying to find something—anything—familiar.

Then I laugh out loud at the absurdity.

The only things familiar to me in this situation—other than Rogan and Dominic, who are still underground—are my father and my stepfather.

I can’t fight for my father.I won’t fight for my stepfather.

So where does that leave me?

I duck another arrow, and I grab my pistol out of my waistband.I look over my shoulder, assess my surroundings.

A giant man hurls himself at me, and I fire a bullet.It ricochets off him and doesn’t slow him down a bit, but I slip out of the way and he lands on the ground with anoof.

And it dawns on me...

My size, speed, and agility are my best weapons here.These demons and vamps are armored against bullets and blades.

But not against a freaking axe kick to the back of the neck.

The neck is always a good place to aim for, as there’s always a sliver of it available.Armor needs a chink so the neck's movement isn't restricted.

My heel comes down on the giant’s neck.

“Who the fuck are you?”I grit out.

No response.He probably didn’t even hear me with all the noise of battle surrounding us.

Then, “Fuck you, you traitorous bitch.”

A vamp, then.

“Where’s my father?”

“I’ll never tell you.”

I’ve wasted enough time here.I leave him on the ground and move on.He’ll most likely be back fighting in a minute or two, and I’ll be long gone.

The pistol goes back in my waistband.It’s of no use to me here.This is a supernatural fight, and ironically I must use what comes naturally to me—those gifts from my vampire lineage.

Mind control won’t work on other vampires and not on demons either.And the lycans?I’m fightingwiththem, so there’s no reason to use it.

What I do have is the ability to move quickly with minimal sound.My vampire vision and hearing.I have my martial arts training—and I’m damned good.I have my physical strength, which is intensified by Rogan’s blood coursing through me.

And I have my wits.

Plus...from my human side...

My instinct.

I’ll need all of these traits to fight this battle, and I—

Thunk!

I’m on my back, a demon standing over me.


Tags: Helen Hardt Paranormal