Dark energy erupted from the Alpha King as he seized the spear, brandishing it with terrifying strength. His hand, gripping the spear, held my death flame at bay, and a shimmering force field surrounded him, warding off my attack.

In a blur, White and Henry rushed toward their king, pulling him back as the vampires withdrew to my side.

My death flame surged forward, consuming most of the French shifters who had come to kill me and scorching a large section of the Asshole’s ...