WARWICK

I drummed my fingers on the table. I hadn't expected the small dog to kill another Sire so unceremoniously. It certainly threw a wrench in my plans.

Nethercote's kin remained at my disposal, though Bygrave's demise might necessitate his involvement. The heavy office door burst open, slamming against the wall. Charlotte Bygrave stood in the doorway, a furious expression on her face. I rolled my eyes, anticipating her outburst.

"Warwick, why aren't we retaliating?" she demanded.

"All in good time," I droned.

"No! We must deal with these vermin now! My destined was killed, destroying our entire clan. I only stand before you because Harlan wasn't my Sire," she barked.

I waved a dismissive hand. "Yes, yes," I said. "I will act when the time is right."

She slammed her fist on the table. "You will act now. No more waiting. They've found this hideout. Your soldiers—if they can be called that—are being picked off. No more games. Take the fight to the dogs!"

Her insistence was understandable after losing her destined. "I will consider it," I replied.

"I want the one who killed my Harlan. He will pay in blood," she vowed.

"My dear, that's the most helpful thing you've said," I mused, grinning. A plan began to form.

LYSSA

I don't know if the pain of losing Robert will ever heal. I'm not sure I'll survive it. After years of judging women as weak for succumbing to grief after losing their mates, I finally understand their pain. I woke up each morning wondering if life was worth living or if I should succumb to darkness.

"Grandma!"

Junior's voice startled me from my despair. How could I leave when I had these little ones? A chorus of giggling children followed as Junior held Azly toward me. She smiled, her gums showing. I approached, my chest still aching, but determined to put aside my grief. They shouldn't see me like this. Scooping Azly into my arms, I nuzzled her and tickled her belly. She giggled and grabbed my finger. I let her hold it, relieved she wasn't pulling my hair. She looked at me seriously, and I felt a warmth spread from my finger to my chest, easing the tightness. This wasn't the first time Azly had soothed my pain. I hadn't told her parents yet, but I suspected she was special, like her mother and Junior.

A loud crash from the backyard stopped me. A vampire. A vampire on pack land, and I was alone with the Alpha and Beta children. He'd broken through my fence and now looked around frantically. His eyes settled on me, then scanned the children before splitting into a vicious grin.

"I've got pups and an old bitch in here!" he yelled, looking over his shoulder.

"I don't think this is where we're supposed to be, but we might as well kill these ones since we're supposed to kill them all," a second vampire said, appearing disinterested.

"Kids, get behind me," I hissed.

"No point in hiding," the bored vampire said.

"I won't let you hurt them," I said firmly, frantically searching for a way to protect the children. I was a Luna, but it had been a long time since I'd trained to fight. Still, these monsters killed Robert; I wouldn't let them harm my grandchildren. "I'm the former Luna of Blood Eclipse. Leave, and I'll spare your lives. Stay, and the patrols will tear you apart."

"Luna?" the first vampire asked the second.

"Like the Alpha's bitch," the second vampire replied, now showing more interest. "That means you're the current Alpha's mom, then?" My bluff failed. My relationship to Liam made me a higher-value target.

"It means you should worry about your own death," I growled, my wolf surging.

"Take the little ones and run into the house. I'll hold them off until the patrol arrives," I linked Junior, trying to remain calm. I couldn't fight two vampires and protect the children simultaneously.

"Are they vampires?" Junior asked, touching my hand.

"Yes," I answered. "When I start fighting, you need to go."

He was stubborn. "I won't leave you."

"Sometimes leadership means letting others risk danger to save others. Keep the children safe while I hold them off. Please help me, my little Alpha."

JUNIOR

The vampires smelled awful. Grandma wanted to leave, but I couldn't let them hurt her.

"Please help me, my little Alpha."

Azly lay on the ground; the other kids were behind me. They were in danger, too. My chest felt strange when she called me 'little Alpha.' Grandma was right. I had to protect them. That's how I'd help her. She couldn't fight if she was worried about us.

I picked up Azly, holding her close, and told the other children, "When I say so, run with me."

Delilah nodded, scared but ready. Leo looked nauseous, Lucas was trying not to cry, and Azly was pawing at me.

"Not now," I whispered.

"I've told your father," Grandma said. "He's sending patrols. Get ready." She shifted and ran towards the vampires.

Then, I heard her in my mind: "Go!"

"Run!" I yelled, sprinting towards the house with Azly. I heard Grandma growling and yelling, but I didn't look back. We reached the house; I burst through the door, shattering the glass.

Grandma's going to be mad, I thought, putting Azly in her bassinet.

"Is your Grandma going to be okay?" Delilah asked, grabbing my arm.

"I think so…" I answered. A yelp from outside made us jump.

"I don't know how much longer I can hold them off. Find something to start a fire. If they get past me, light the vampires on fire. You won't be fast enough to escape!" Grandma said through the link. She sounded worried.

"I think Grandma's hurt, and she said to set them on fire if they get in," I told the others.

Delilah's eyes widened. "Is she going to die?"

"No," I said. A fire burned in my belly and chest. My hands tingled. I wouldn't let them hurt my Grandma. They'd already killed Grandpa. I had an idea.

"Will you stay here? I have to do something," I asked Delilah.

"Where are you going?" she demanded.

"I have to help her!"

"Then I'm coming," she said.

"Fine. Leo and Lucas, stay here with Azly. Leo, if I yell, take Azly and run," I told our younger siblings.

Leo nodded, scared but determined. I grabbed Delilah's hand and went to the kitchen.

"Get Grandma's cleaning rags from under the sink. I'll be right back."

I went to Grandpa's office, where he kept his alcohol. I remembered making firebombs from zombie shows Mom forbade me from watching. I met Delilah in the kitchen; she had the rags. In the garage, I emptied Grandpa's bottles and filled them with gasoline. I could hear Grandma growling. I showed Delilah how to stuff and soak the rags. I felt less worried; this would work. We got Grandpa's lighter.

"Ready?" I asked Delilah.

She handed me a bottle; we went to the back door. I peeked outside; Delilah stayed close.

Grandma was covered in blood, but one vampire was down. The other was showing his teeth. She whined when he hit her.

"Leave my Grandma alone!" I yelled, lighting a rag-filled bottle.

"What do you think you're going to do with that?" he asked, turning towards me.

"This!" I yelled, throwing the bottle. It missed his face but ignited the ground behind him. He laughed, then looked down, scared. The bottle exploded.

"Stupid fucking kid," he yelled, charging towards me.

"Liam!" Delilah said, handing me another bottle.

I lit it and threw it at his stomach. This time, I hit him. The fire spread. He screamed, but kept coming. I grabbed Grandma's pruning shears. He was trying to hurt Delilah. She screamed and ran to me. I pushed her behind me and plunged the shears into his chest. He fell to his knees. I pushed the blades together.

"His head," Grandma whispered. "You have to take his head!"

Delilah appeared, panting, blood on her face, holding Grandpa's hatchet, embedded in the vampire's head.

"Is he dead?" she asked.

I poked his head. He didn't move.

A crash. Austin and other warriors appeared.

"What the hell?" Austin asked, surveying the scene.

He covered Grandma with his shirt and gave orders. I could breathe again. I sat down; Delilah looked tired, too.

"Did I just kill a vampire?" I wondered.

Footsteps. A large, menacing vampire entered the yard with four others. My chest tightened.

"Go back to the house," Austin said, smiling. "I'm here now."

I grabbed Delilah's hand. I felt safe.

"I need to get stronger," I muttered, pulling Delilah inside.

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