snapping and reshaping as he flew through the air. The shift after they emerged from the void had weakened him, but he still had enough strength to take the Warden down. They tumbled to the ground in a knot of fang, claw, and magic.
Levy hadn’t expected the attack and Dylan knew why. It was suicide to go after a Ruling Warden. Not because it was a death offense. Merely because the Ruling Wardens were the rulers for a reason. They were the strongest.
Dylan grunted when his back struck the carpet, Levy atop him, and he rolled until he straddled the Warden. He didn’t punch, didn’t strike or scratch the male. No, he simply wrapped on claw tipped hand around the wolf’s throat and then pressed the other to Levy’s forehead.
“Bear witness,” he hissed the words, his wolf’s teeth making speech difficult.
Then he made Levy watch the horrors of seventeen years ago.
No, it wasn’t just witnessing. It was experiencing. That was his gift. Through touch, Dylan’s thoughts became another’s reality. With instruction, with the proper training, he could kill a person.
With fear.
That wasn’t his intent now. No, it was merely a replaying of Dylan’s history.
Of sharpened nails.
Of wicked blades.
Of evil smiles.
And blood. There had been a lot of blood.
All because he wouldn’t remove the obstacles from his father’s path. With his dad, obstacles weren’t inanimate objects. No, they were wolves. Alphas, Wardens, and even humans who opposed him. The only reason he still lived was that Zeke’s uncle was a powerful Warden who was able to heal the damage to Dylan’s body all those years ago. Then, days later, when Dylan finally woke, he clung to Mrs. Roberts. He attached himself to her side with tears dripping from his lashes.
Twenty-four hours later he was her son. Two weeks after that, he was Dylan Clarke.
Since that day, he hadn’t delved deeply into himself to bring those powers forward.
Levy jerked from Dylan’s touch, wrenching his head from Dylan’s grasp with a harsh gasp. Yellow eyes met Dylan’s and he didn’t flinch beneath their weight. Now it was up to the Warden if he continued to live. He had his reasons to attack Levy in such a way, but that didn’t erase what he’d done.
Dylan dimly heard rough shouts and snarls and he slowly realized he hadn’t been interrupted. No one had pulled him from the Ruling Warden. He diverted his gaze, hunting for the reason why he’d been able to complete the task. And he found it. Found it in Lorelei, clinging to Zeke, and glowing brighter than the sun. A shimmering ball encircled them, covering him and Levy in a bubble of… protection.
Damn, his mate was strong. He’d never met a female so fierce and determined.
Now done, he rolled from Levy and waited for the wolf’s reaction. How long would it take the Warden to kill him? One minute? Two? He hoped it was less rather than more.
Levy stood and the moment two feet separated them, the aura of protection released the Ruling Warden and covered Dylan alone. Glares were shot his way, Emmett narrowing his eyes and curling his lip while the Ruling Alphas exposed their fangs. He finally noticed that others were near. More guards and a few additional Wardens lingered. As did… the Wickhams and Rebecca and Lorelei.
Everyone had to see it all, of course.
Thankfully, it seemed Scarlet, Gabriella, and Whitney were on his side. As were Rebecca and Lorelei.
Dylan’s mate remained in the safety of Zeke’s arms, but the other four were spitting mad. He did not envy their mates.
Yells, shouts, and even screeches that made him wince, filled the air. All centered around the same complaint. How dare Dylan attack Levy?
It wasn’t until Levy placed two fingers in his mouth and blew a harsh whistle that it quieted. Everyone fell silent, wolf and human alike.
“Thank you.” Levy straightened his shirt. “Dylan didn’t have anything to do with what happened today. He has no contact with the five families.”
Levy hadn’t expected the attack and Dylan knew why. It was suicide to go after a Ruling Warden. Not because it was a death offense. Merely because the Ruling Wardens were the rulers for a reason. They were the strongest.
Dylan grunted when his back struck the carpet, Levy atop him, and he rolled until he straddled the Warden. He didn’t punch, didn’t strike or scratch the male. No, he simply wrapped on claw tipped hand around the wolf’s throat and then pressed the other to Levy’s forehead.
“Bear witness,” he hissed the words, his wolf’s teeth making speech difficult.
Then he made Levy watch the horrors of seventeen years ago.
No, it wasn’t just witnessing. It was experiencing. That was his gift. Through touch, Dylan’s thoughts became another’s reality. With instruction, with the proper training, he could kill a person.
With fear.
That wasn’t his intent now. No, it was merely a replaying of Dylan’s history.
Of sharpened nails.
Of wicked blades.
Of evil smiles.
And blood. There had been a lot of blood.
All because he wouldn’t remove the obstacles from his father’s path. With his dad, obstacles weren’t inanimate objects. No, they were wolves. Alphas, Wardens, and even humans who opposed him. The only reason he still lived was that Zeke’s uncle was a powerful Warden who was able to heal the damage to Dylan’s body all those years ago. Then, days later, when Dylan finally woke, he clung to Mrs. Roberts. He attached himself to her side with tears dripping from his lashes.
Twenty-four hours later he was her son. Two weeks after that, he was Dylan Clarke.
Since that day, he hadn’t delved deeply into himself to bring those powers forward.
Levy jerked from Dylan’s touch, wrenching his head from Dylan’s grasp with a harsh gasp. Yellow eyes met Dylan’s and he didn’t flinch beneath their weight. Now it was up to the Warden if he continued to live. He had his reasons to attack Levy in such a way, but that didn’t erase what he’d done.
Dylan dimly heard rough shouts and snarls and he slowly realized he hadn’t been interrupted. No one had pulled him from the Ruling Warden. He diverted his gaze, hunting for the reason why he’d been able to complete the task. And he found it. Found it in Lorelei, clinging to Zeke, and glowing brighter than the sun. A shimmering ball encircled them, covering him and Levy in a bubble of… protection.
Damn, his mate was strong. He’d never met a female so fierce and determined.
Now done, he rolled from Levy and waited for the wolf’s reaction. How long would it take the Warden to kill him? One minute? Two? He hoped it was less rather than more.
Levy stood and the moment two feet separated them, the aura of protection released the Ruling Warden and covered Dylan alone. Glares were shot his way, Emmett narrowing his eyes and curling his lip while the Ruling Alphas exposed their fangs. He finally noticed that others were near. More guards and a few additional Wardens lingered. As did… the Wickhams and Rebecca and Lorelei.
Everyone had to see it all, of course.
Thankfully, it seemed Scarlet, Gabriella, and Whitney were on his side. As were Rebecca and Lorelei.
Dylan’s mate remained in the safety of Zeke’s arms, but the other four were spitting mad. He did not envy their mates.
Yells, shouts, and even screeches that made him wince, filled the air. All centered around the same complaint. How dare Dylan attack Levy?
It wasn’t until Levy placed two fingers in his mouth and blew a harsh whistle that it quieted. Everyone fell silent, wolf and human alike.
“Thank you.” Levy straightened his shirt. “Dylan didn’t have anything to do with what happened today. He has no contact with the five families.”
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