Lorcan & Evette

Chapter Sixty-One

"Lorcan?"

His body was growing with his half-shift. Their chances this time weren't looking too good. These warlocks knew what they were in for. There were no mating surprises. They knew the King was going to be here. They'd probably lack that hesitation from last time.

By rule of thumb, never bring brawn to a magic fight.

It never ended well.

"Not now, Evie." His body was tense, his shoulders stiff. "This isn't good."

Gods, didn't she know that.

By the looks of things, they were screwed.

The warlocks weren't deterred by his growling. They just kept coming. They never broke formation and they never spoke.

We've got a problem.

She was scared. She was sick of being scared, but she was. For all she knew, their prophecy was wrong. If she were going to bring about their ruin, she thought she'd somehow know. But she didn't. Maybe the future would give her a few pointers. It could at least point her in the right direction. She knew nothing. Evie Wicker had all the makings of a know it all. Somehow, she always fell a little bit short.

"I can't see any way out of this," she told him, desperate to help somehow. She couldn't fight. In a fight against a formation of warlocks, she was the same help awake as she was asleep.

"I know, pet. I know." But he'd still defend her, even with his back up to the corner. Even if it meant dying in the process.

Judging by the situation, death looked like a likely outcome.

"They're not stopping."

"I can see that."

"But this isn't normal." She tried to stand up. The werewolf pushed her back down. He blocked her body with his own.

There was no point in telling him what she'd told Caspian. The warlocks were here for her. She'd told Caspian to leave. He didn't have to die, but she did. Caspian would've lived on after she'd died, providing the werewolf King didn't hunt him down and kill him. Lorcan wouldn't stand hearing her shit. He'd remind her that a threat to her life was a threat to his. He'd gotten a mark to prove it.

Lorcan would fight them off ruthlessly. A fight with Lorcan would end one of two ways. Either they died or he died. There was no other way out.

She grabbed his hand from behind, threading her fingers through his. Even now, he squeezed her hand.

"It's not normal. They've not killed us yet."

"I think they're about to."

"No. They're not. You've seen how they kill. They suck the life out of you. This isn't that. They could do that from over there. Why risk getting close?"

"What are you saying?"

"I don't know."

She didn't know much about warlocks. She tried not to cross paths with them. A fight with a warlock was pretty much decided from the get-go.

The thing about warlocks was that they weren't stupid. They had to know the consequences of killing Evie or Lorcan. It would start an all species war. The warlocks- with their numbers- wouldn't come out top dog from something like that.

"Stay behind me."

"But-"

"I mean it Evie. Don't. Fucking. Move."

He made his way out the bed of the truck slowly, his hand being what guided her to move. He kept her behind him the whole time, crouching ready for attack.