Free Web NovelChapter 116: Well-Placed Bullet
My haphazard meditation was disrupted as I suddenly felt rage cloud my senses, as though a dormant volcano had exploded within me, spewing out hatred and anger. My eyes bulged out as I leaped to my feet, ready to join in the fray. I had no idea who was supposed to bear the brunt of my anger, but I knew it had to be unleashed.
Elijah immediately came towards me and grabbed my arm. I shook him off and snarled before I realized who I was baring my non-existent fangs against. Embarrassed, I quickly calmed down.
"It was Damon, wasn’t it?" Elijah asked, concerned. He wasn’t even mad at all, only worried. "What was he feeling?"
"Angry. Very angry. Like he wanted to kill someone," I breathed out shakily.
Damon’s bloodlust and anger had not faded, but I was slowly adapting to it. I had never felt such a strong emotion flood through me before― with Blaise, there was joy and pain and worry and fear, but Blaise had never transmitted such primal anger through the bond before, leaving me reeling helplessly at the sensation as though I had stepped too far out into the ocean at high tide, the waves threatening to sweep me under.
Then again, Blaise might have transmitted such an emotion if Damon had not blocked the bond before. It was too late to think about it now; I had to focus on Damon’s emotions. His rage was like a homing beacon, calling me to find him to help him destroy his enemies. freёwebnovel.com
"Negotiations are going poorly then," Elijah said, a frown on his face. He paused for a brief moment, before darting to the window. "We have trouble."
"What’s happening?" I asked, joining him.
When I looked outside, I wished I hadn’t asked, because I suddenly saw a battalion of werewolves run into the packhouse from outside, each holding a shiny new rifle in their hands. It was too much to hope that those rifles were empty and not chock full of silver bullets waiting to be emptied into our bodies.
Petral was nowhere to be found. Maybe he simply decided to leave the dirty work to Ironclaw’s werewolves. Since he’s a vampire, he might have found it amusing to see werewolves destroy their own kind.
I bit my lip.
"What can we do?" I asked worriedly. We had to save Damon, but even if I could multiply myself by ten, I wouldn’t be able to do enough damage against Ironclaw’s warriors.
"We must find some way to reach Damon without Ironclaw knowing," Elijah said. "If things go well, Damon will simply kill Alpha Natan, giving him the right to take over Ironclaw."
"And if things don’t go well?" I hesitated to ask, but I had to know.
"Then we’ll all be buried here in the silver mines if we’re lucky. If we’re not, we’ll be food for that vampire." Elijah’s lips turned downwards. He seemed more upset at the thought that he might be a meal for a vampire than his potential death.
He caught the stricken look on my face and hurriedly gave me a reassuring smile.
"I’m sure Damon has it completely in hand. For now, we should leave this room and find somewhere else to hide while we look for Damon," Elijah said. "I don’t want them to suddenly remember that they can use us for hostages. We don’t want to distract Damon and cause him to fail."
I nodded in agreement, and Elijah gingerly opened the door, only to be greeted by the same guard who lunged for him, trying to take him down. Behind him was another guard, presumably coming to snatch me.
I stifled a scream and ran, pretending to be the weak helpless damsel they expected me to be, before I unleashed my staff and slammed it straight at his crotch, causing him to yelp in pain, his hands instinctively going to soothe his poor little wolf. Now that he was distracted, I quickly landed multiple blows on his head with my staff, hoping to knock him out.
On the other side of the room, Elijah was having much better luck with his opponent. Even though he was armed, Elijah quickly dodged the bullets he fired and they made sharp bangs as they found themselves embedded in the furniture. He then quickly overpowered the man and knocked him out.
"Need help, Harper?" Elijah asked, just as I yelled one last time and slammed the staff on the werewolf’s head. It made an ominous crack, and the man fell to the floor, still and silent.
"I guess not," Elijah said, quickly closing the door to the room. He knelt down and checked for a pulse.
"He’s still alive. Do you want to do the honors?"
"You mean―" I mimed a slashing motion across my throat, and Elijah nodded.
"It’s better to simply sever their link to the pack so they can’t spread information," Elijah explained. "I’ve already taken care of my loose end."
My eyes darted to the other body.
Oh god. I thought Elijah had simply knocked him out, but it turns out that he had snapped the other man’s neck in that short time I was giving my opponent brain damage.
"It’s fine," I said weakly. It didn’t seem right to kill off Ironclaw’s wolves like this, even if they were out for my blood.
"Okay, I’ll do it then," Elijah said and promptly snapped the other man’s neck like a twig.
My mouth fell open in shock as Elijah then continued to take the weapons from him, looping the rifle around his own body in a practiced motion as he continued to riffle through the man’s pockets, grabbing the ammunition. He took the bulletproof vest, and then took off the man’s shirt and started to rub it all over him.
"Elijah?" I asked, my voice high with unease. This was so unlike the cheery Elijah that I knew, but then again, perhaps this was simply how Fangborne worked to deal with threats. "Are you stealing from the dead?"
"Harper, take his gun," Elijah said instead, nodding over to the other dead man. "If things get ugly, a well-placed bullet will be more useful than your staff. You’re less affected by silver than the rest of us, so use this advantage."
