“What’s wrong, little brother? Getting tired? Pity. You’re finally showing some spunk.”
Ignoring the taunt, Theo let the anger build and mix with whatever it was that was trying to break through.
“Maybe once I’m done with you and your friends, I’ll track down your mates,” Bramley threatened. “Well, if they are even still alive. I did send my army out there to make sure they didn’t follow you.”
Theo turned as a calmness washed over him.
His vision was sharp. His feline close to the surface.
No one threatened his mates.
He lifted his hands in the same way that Bramley had done. Theo’s fingers began to glow before his entire hands tingled. Picturing magic like a ball, Theo let it build into his hand.
“You can come after me all you want,” Theo said clearly. He wanted to make sure that he made this point perfectly clear. “But you will not touch my mates!”
With every feeling inside him. The years of abuse and loneliness. The excitement of finding his fated mates. And the love that Theo felt for each one of his mates. All of his feelings built until he threw them at Bramley.
Magic flew from his fingertips.
Just poured out of him.
Green pulses or something that he directed right at Bramley’s chest.
Theo screamed as he released everything that had built up over the years at his brother.
Did Theo understand more what had happened with his mother and father. Absolutely. His father hadn’t even seen Theo brought into the world. Bramlet stole that from him. Was Theo grateful that his mother had done everything she could to protect him? Yes. Theo had still been all alone with no one on his side willing to step up and walk beside him until Theo had met his mates.
Frustration. Grief. Anger. Love.
All those feelings whirled inside him and Theo needed to get them out.
His chest burned before a sharp crack broke open inside him.
More magical energy flowed from his hands, lifting Bramley off his feet and up against the same wall that was splattered with Theo’s blood.
Bramley’s high-pitched scream echoed around the room as Garrett and Bo cheered for him behind the bars of the cell.
As Theo poured more into the magic, his vision wavered as if the magic was coming from his very soul.
“Baby!” Strong arms wrapped around his waist. The scent of Wylder soothed Theo.
“Holy shit, wildcat.” Mitch’s deep voice made Theo jump. He recognized the voice but not the person beside him. Mitch.His demon warrior. Theo wanted to bask in his mate but it was getting harder to stay upright.
“Easy, little one.”
Dario was there too! Which meant…where was Alek?
“Theo?” Alek said his name softly.
Theo gasped. His mates. All four of his mates. They came! Theo knew they would.
“We need you to ease up,” Alek told him. “You’re draining yourself.”
He’d started to shake. “I don’t know how!” Theo was terrified. The magic just kept coming and coming. Theo tried to lower his arms but it was like they were frozen in place.
“What’s happening to him?” Wylder sounded worried.
Truthfully, Theo was worried too. He knew that he was draining himself. Could feel himself get weak.
