Nikita’s POVI manage to push his huge, heavy body off from on top of me. Blood spills in a river from his mouth over me and sinks into my fur. More blood leaks from the wound in his side, but the sword stems the flow. The silver working its way through his body, destroying him from the inside out. I manage to slip from under him and make my way quickly over to Celeste who is on the floor in a heap. My breath catches in my throat with concern. Finn and Freya start bawling, their cries are loud in the silence of the forest. At least they are ok. As I reach where they lay together Celeste slips away, her body is broken and her face has a deep gash across it from where she face planted the floor to save the babies from being hurt. I quickly take untie them from her back and put them together in a nest of pillows that I’ve pulled from Celeste’s backpack. They are hungry but I don’t have time to feed them right now. I need to check Celeste first. Their cries elicit an unex

Channon’s POV ‘What do you mean, She left Jermiah in the swamp?’ She looks at me like I just told her I ate the last slice of lemon meringue pie. ‘Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. I’m only telling you what she said to me. The good news is she has the Tears of Dawna and will be back here tonight with them.’ At least she calms down a bit with that news. Everyone is so highly strung, which isn’t surprising really. The camp where the witches has set up seems to have grown over night, their numbers have swelled far beyond our own. Our only real hope of winning this war is by breaking the curse and setting witches slaves free. If we set our people free my hope is they will turn on those that have enslaved them and rip them to pieces. I know I would in their shoes. I would want to kill them all. My intention isn’t to destroy the race of witches. No, simply to make them leave us alone, forever. Keeva on the other hand, or more Selina, would be quite happy to see them wiped clean from the face

Alessia’s POVEach step takes me past the long, tooth filled snout of a chained werewolf. Their snarls and growls fill the air along with the crack of whips that send whimpering howls in to the darkening sky. I smile and observe the scent around me. All the werewolves, held under the High Councils control have been brough from all corners of the land to us here. They are the muscles behind the vision of destroying or controlling these beasts, once and for all. I finish moving through the stinking area where they are being kept. My shoes are covered in their excrement that I try and wipe off on the grass in disgust. I feel bile rise in my throat but manage to hold it back. The last rays of sunlight dip behind the trees and the tents around me stir with the occupants that start to rise. I quicken my pace and my heart rate picks up as vampires start to emerge from their sleeping quarters. As I reach the biggest tent in the centre of their camp I’m greeted by Admis himself

Celeste’s POV My hands are clamped over my ears to try to block out the horrendous sounds of battle from consuming me. Grief pulls me to the floor and I sob into the cold earth. Even from here the floor shakes beneath me from the pounds paws and feet of the battle and bodies being slammed in to the ground. Barks of anger still pierce through my hands, the pain of hundreds of souls is palpable in the air. My skin crawls with the feeling of being watched and I don’t dare move from my curled-up position on the floor. Surely if It was Keeva or someone from the pack who knows me they would have announced their arrival. ‘Who’s there?’ I’m ashamed of how small and meek my voice is betraying the gut-wrenching fear inside of me. ‘Why do you care so deeply for them?’ This is the first time I have heard his deep, rumbling voice. I look up and am shocked to find White Claw sat just inside the clearing watching me. ‘What do you mean?’ His eyes follow me as I stand up and regain so

Ebony’s POVI see him on the floor and towering over him is a tall, thin woman. She sends a bolt of dark magic straight into his chest from her hand. The pain that rips through me takes my breath away and I crumple to the floor, smashing into a tree from the speed I was going. ‘Don’t stop Blake, save him.’ I whimper through the pain. My vision has blurred from the lack of oxygen to my brain. The pain is so intense it makes me want to die, just so I can’t feel it anymore. She is too engrossed in torturing our mate to even notice Blake's huge wolf streaking towards her. My vision clears just enough to see Blake pounce on her. Her scream bounces from tree to tree and fills this part of the forest with the sound of death. He mauls at her and when her head pops off and rolls along the floor the pain completely vanishes. The wicked witch is dead. I can finally breath properly again. Blake leaves her mangled bloody body on the floor and goes to Bleiz. I stagger to my four leg