And these disgusting, rabid Primals have sent many of my men off to fight in their afterlife.
I don’t see Sebastian, which means Primals have already shot by us. I have no idea how many kinds of species there are, and I don’t care. So long as we can keep that cave locked down and our children safe, I don’t care what Primals become extinct by our swords.
The more, the better.
I focus on one at a time, trusting my men to fall back when they need to. I tear through the crowd before turning around and make a beeline back through the crowd. My sword is out, cutting through the Primal army like a butcher’s knife through a bone. My vision tunnels and my veins throb, and soon nothing but anger consumes me.
Anger for the men I’ve lost.
Anger for our blindness in protecting those Primals in our cottage.
Anger for the secrets that could be spilled if we don’t succeed.
But as I watch Clarissa slay four Primals to my one each and every time, the burden on my heart becomes a little lighter.
Maybe we’ll get out of this after all.
Maybe we’ll still be able to continue after this war.
Maybe then, the eradication of the Primals can continue.
Like they wanted to eradicate us.
Chapter 27
Sebastian
Ifall back into the village to chase the few Primals that have gotten loose. Fuck. These Cats are fast. I watch as Vlad catapults from the snowbank, sinking his teeth into the furry creature before ripping its throat out. This war is harder than I ever thought possible, and the sheer number of Primals ready to go against us is astounding. But we are winning.
More than that, though, is Clarissa and her strength.
It’s shocking.
Her garlicky odor is more pungent than ever, but it’s like I’m the only one that smells it. The only one affected by it. And I don’t understand. I fight alongside Vlad and keep the straggling Primals away from the
cave, but my ears keep trained on Clarissa. Almost like it’s automatic. I try to focus on the carnage in front of me and the fight at our doorstep, but it’s like my body keeps reaching out to her.
Fuck.
This isn’t good.
Clarissa’s strength is outstanding. And this time, I can tell she is in complete control. It took me dominating her to get her mind off Kyle and retrained toward the war, but I know she’s still worried. The mere fact that she can approach the cottage means he isn’t there, which means we don’t know where he is.
But when the Council randomly starts to retreat, I think I know where he’s gone.
Vlad looks over at me, a quizzical look in his eye. But I tear for the cottage. I rise up and claw at the door, kicking it in and tearing it off its hinges. I walk through the corridors and sniff around, picking up Kyle’s new scent.
It leads me to a back door, and it’s hanging wide open.
“Anything?” Vlad growls.
“Kyle isn’t here.”
“Obviously. But do we have any idea where he is?”
I move aside and let Vlad see the back door hanging wide open.
“You think the Council has him?”