Family.
Fuck, yeah.
Again, none of the monsters could hear Day, but they were certainly wary after witnessing an entire werewolf vanish into nothing.
Sariel soared through the air between the two trolls, diving at them and hitting with a force that would have surely crushed the skull of any other beast. For now he seemed to have their attention, and he was able to draw them away from the other combatants.
Which also meant Day and Seymour were left to deal with them.
Seymour faced off against the first of the lizard men, swinging the stanchion wildly. Day was quick to gobble the monster up, and Seymour cheered. The reverie was short-lived, however, as another lizard snapped his tail around Seymour’s throat.
Oxygen instantly cut off, Seymour dropped his weapon as he clawed at the tail. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even scream. He went to his knees, vision blurring as a werewolf lumbered toward him.
Coming from the side was another werewolf, the biggest of all, and it had deep red fur.
Oh.
A ginger werewolf.
That was going to be Seymour’s final thought before leaving this life—wondering if werewolves had freckles.
The red werewolf took the other to the ground, its mighty jaws snapping down on its throat with a feral howl.
Wait, what?
The lizard man screeched in pain, and his tail went limp.
Seymour wheezed, eagerly gasping for breath as he looked up to find the singer from the club biting the lizard’s neck.
Blood gushed out from where they were joined, and the singer’s eyes rolled back as he swallowed greedily. The lizardsagged and stopped moving, and the singer tossed him aside like an empty juice box, blood dripping from his very sharp and very big fangs.
Dagobert was suddenly there beside Seymour, cool hands helping him up to his feet. “Are you all right?”
“Fuckin’ super,” Seymour rasped out.
“Logan, take him inside,” Dagobert ordered, snapping at the singer.
“Logan, no.” Seymour pushed away. “I gotta help Sariel!”
Sariel remained in the air, but his light had dimmed. Both trolls were still on the attack, their energy seemingly endless, while Sariel seemed to be fading.
Day was on her back, rubbing her tummy and groaning.
The angry tree was nowhere to be seen.
The rest of the monsters were either dead or gobbled up other than the trolls.
“They’re trolls,” Dagobert said in the sort of annoyed but trying to be patient tone someone would use with a child. “There is only one way to kill them. You need sunlight?—”
That was all Seymour needed to hear.
He grabbed the stanchion and then took off to the valet station. He smacked the side of it. “Come on! Hello? Ghosty type people? Need my wheels!”
His truck appeared out of nowhere, driving up and parking beside him obediently.
“They will kill you,” Dagobert drawled. “You do understand that, don’t you?”
“I got a plan!” Seymour jumped behind the wheel and took off. He heard Dagobert yelling after him, but he ignored it. He pulled off the road and up to Day, slamming the truck to a quick stop. He hopped out so he could scoop Day off the ground. “Hey, lil’ girl!”
