Adam incinerated the vamps once their heads had been removed, and there was nothing left but ashes.
“We’ll leave the bodies for the authorities to find so their families can have closure,” Decebel said.
“Let’s keep moving.” Maxim motioned with his head. “And hope they’re all that easy to kill.”
Dec snorted. “That would just be boring.”
“So Jen’s not the only crazy one in the relationship?” Alice asked as she jogged along with the group.
“He’d have to be at least a little unstable to mate her,” Crina said. “No sane person would take her on as a mate.”
Jen blew her a kiss. “I love you too, pixie-chick.”
“I hate that nickname,” Crina grumbled.
Alice’s brow rose in question.
“It’s the short hair.” Jen pointed. “It’s called a pixie cut. Not to mention, she’s all cute, like a pixie.”
“I look nothing like a pixie,” Crina snapped.
“Especially not the one who had a penis for a nose,” Adam pointed out.
Alice sputtered as multiple heads whipped around to look at Adam.
The fae male grinned. “That’s a story for another time. When we don’t need to focus on a new breed of supernaturals terrorizing cities.”
“Speaking of which,” Maxim rumbled as he pointed to the left. Their group turned as one and headed toward the smell and the sound of growling and whimpering.
This time, there were more than five, and these looked different from the others Decebel had just killed. They were bigger, they smelled unusual and their eyes glowed like that of a wolf.
“Hybrids,” Alice whispered.
All the heads turned in unison, obviously having heard them arrive, or Alice’s voice, or both. They hissed, and Jen rolled her eyes. “Seriously? They’re half wolf and they hiss instead of growl. I mean, which sound is scarier?”
“Jen, fight now, talk later,” her mate grumbled.
“This conversation isn’t over,” she said as they moved forward.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jen saw Crina lean toward Alice. “Thankfully, Jen has a squirrel memory. So the convo is most likely over.”
“I heard that,” Jen snapped.
“Take it out on the hybrids.” Adam stayed back, his hands held up again, no doubt trying to keep the sounds of their fighting from being heard.
Jen dove into the fight, daggers in both hands. She slashed, stabbed, and laughed as the blade sunk deep into her first opponent’s chest. Straight into his heart. She lifted her leg and put her foot against his stomach and shoved, pulling her dagger from him at the same time. Ciro was there a second later, and he ripped the hybrid’s head off as if he was snapping a twig. He was so quiet and subdued most of the time that she forgot he was an old, powerful alpha.
“Jennifer, duck,” she heard her mate and, without hesitation, Jen dropped to the ground. She felt the breeze of something passing over her head and then saw a body hit the ground with a hard thud. There was a gaping hole in the man’s chest where his heart should have been. Jen stood and walked over to the hybrid’s head. Without a thought, she brought her blade down on his throat. It took several chops before the head was severed, but she managed it. Fae blades were much stronger and sharper than human ones.
Suddenly, it was silent around them. She turned and saw that all the hybrids were dead. She looked their group over. Not everyone had made it out unscathed. Some had claw marks that tore their clothes and into their skin. A couple had bites on their necks.
“Will the bite cause them to turn?” Jen asked Alice, motioning to two of the males from Maxim’s pack that had the marks.
Alice shook her head. “They’d have to share their blood.”
That made Jen think of something, and her eyes went to the faces of their group. “Did anyone use teeth to kill?”
Thank the Great Luna. They all shook their heads.
