Chapter 94: Dragon fire
Snapping back to his senses, Rail saw the Lord shit casually striding toward the shattered carriage, as if the battlefield were his stage. Then, he caught it. That scent. That familiar innocent scent of hers.
With a growl rumbling from deep within, Rail swung his sword and leaped, landing hard between the vampire and the carriage.
"She’s mine to protect," he said, voice low and venom-laced.
Behind him, the carriage’s hanging door gave way with a sharp crack. Gloria stumbled out, cradling Dave tightly against her chest, fearing the surge of vampires to them. Her eyes were wide with terror, her face smeared with blood from a cut on her forehead.
Org arrived just in time, placing his broad body between them and the threat. His fur bristled, and his eyes glowed like dying embers.
"Well, well," the vampire drawled, amused. "How brave. I thought wolves hate humans."
He raised his blood-slicked sword. His pale blue eyes gleamed with an unnatural light, crackling with hunger, madness, and a sick thrill. The sweet scent of Gloria’s blood, fresh and warm, made his lips twitch. He was salivating, consumed by the ecstasy of the hunt.
He smirked and then lunged.
Rail met him head-on, steel clashing with steel in a fury of sparks. The vampire laughed, genuinely delighted, as he parried and spun, his movements sinuous and graceful. This wasn’t just a fight to him. It was a game.
But Rail was done playing.
With a guttural roar, he feinted, then struck hard. His blade hit the vampire square in the chest, launching him back. The creature smashed into a jagged boulder, and the stone cracked with a thunderous groan, splitting into three massive chunks. The vampire’s sword flew from his grasp, spinning into the mud with a dull thud.