Chapter 89: Unatural Color
LUCIAN’S P.O.V.
There are moments when fury feels like a living, breathing thing—a creature clawing its way out of your chest. That’s what it felt like when Elizabeth finally shattered the witches’ magic barrier. The force of her power made the air hum and crackle, and for the first time in hours, I could feel the bond with my baby girl again. It was faint, like a flickering candlelight, but it was enough to guide me.
"Elizabeth," I said, my voice rough, "don’t hold back now. Tear everything down."
She gave me a brief nod, her hands still glowing with raw energy as she muttered another incantation. With a deafening crack, the barrier collapsed, revealing the witches’ territory—a sprawling expanse of land that was eerily quiet, except for the rustle of trees swaying in unnatural wind currents.
Adrian, ever the picture of calm menace, stepped forward, his black coat billowing behind him. His vampires followed silently, their eyes glinting like polished rubies in the moonlight. "Kill them all," Adrian commanded, his tone icy and deliberate.
I turned to my wolves, my own rage barely contained. "You heard him. Leave no one standing. Today, the prophecy is fulfilled—every witch who dared lay a finger on my baby will face annihilation."
A resounding howl tore through the night as my wolves surged forward, their bodies shifting mid-stride into snarling, feral forms.
But I couldn’t stay with the pack. Not yet. The bond was tugging me in a specific direction. "Rylan, Adam," I barked, gesturing for them to follow me along with a few others. Adrian fell into step beside me with Elizabeth and four of his vampires. Together, we followed the trail that led us to a large, imposing hall.
Even before we entered, I could hear it—low, rhythmic chanting that made, Ares, snarl in my mind. "They’re hurting her," he growled.