40. The Price Of Power

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Zev shook off the debris clinging to our battered body, forcing us to stand despite the intense pain.

My body was at its breaking point after Master's torture, barely able to contain the surge of Zev's power.

"What... is... happening... outside?" Mother rasped; her voice strained as she fought for breath.

"We are under attack," Heath replied, his cold gaze fixed on me, his expression unyielding and grim.

And then I heard it—the distant howls of the werewolves, the clash of metal against metal, the chaos of battle.

A flicker of hope sparked within me.

"The others are handling the intruders, but you need to leave the facility immediately, Mother," Heath instructed, never breaking his stare. "I will deal with him."

Two guards rushed inside, grabbing Mother and helping her to her feet. She cast a glance back at me, her lips curling in disdain. "Just... roughen him up a little. Don't you... dare kill him," she wheezed, her breaths labored.

As they dragged her toward the door, Heath grinned. "I'll try."

But before they could take her away, Zev forced our body upright, masking the tremors wracking through me from the overuse of his powers.

His voice thundered through me. "SHE'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE... AT LEAST NOT ALIVE."

In an instant, Heath's shadow burst to life, stretching and morphing around him, dark tendrils striking at Zev from every direction. Zev didn't hesitate—he countered with a surge of dark crimson energy, blood-red threads clashing with Heath's shadows.

The room became a storm of darkness and crimson as they collided, both forces tearing into each other with brutal intensity.

My body trembled under the strain of his power—muscles spasming, breath coming in ragged gasps.

Strength was draining from me, blood trickling from my nose, but Zev didn't care.

His hatred for Mother burned brighter than my pain.

Heath's shadows lunged again, a dozen black tendrils slashing through the air like blades, seeking to wrap around Zev and bind him.

Zev twisted our body with inhuman speed, his blood-soaked threads cutting through the darkness, sending shockwaves through the room.

"You won't get past me, you monster," Heath growled, his voice cold and steady, even as his shadows recoiled and reformed, closing in tighter.

Zev's lips curled into a snarl. "YOU CAN TRY, YOU BUG, BUT I WILL CRUSH YOU IF YOU STAND IN MY WAY."

The room was filled with the clash of power—dark shadows against bloody threads, the air thick with the force of their collision.

My head pounded, vision blurring, as the warmth of blood trickled down my lips. My body screamed for relief, but Zev was relentless.

Without warning, Zev surged forward, a burst of speed carrying us past Heath's defenses. His focus was solely on one target—Mother.

She was out in the hallway, flanked by guards trying to hurry her away. But Zev's determination was absolute. He tore through the room, leaving a trail of crimson energy in his wake.

Heath roared, sending a massive wave of shadow crashing toward us. Zev twisted, deflecting the attack with a web of bloody threads, but the force sent us stumbling.

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