His Miracle Mate: Rise of the Moon Children

Chapter 47

People moved around me. I kept my senses focused on the ground, following Nadia's magical presence underneath it.

She wasn't alone. Two familiar werewolves were with her. But only Nadia's magic seemed to flare and wane in intervals. She was doing something.

"We found it!" Someone called out.

Zyron ran, followed by me and Dad. We found our way through a side door outside, moving past the shimmering pool where two of our vampires were trying to fish out a man floating upside down, red swirling in the water around him.

A werewolf waved Zyron over from around the house. We reached him and turned. She pointed to the darkness. I had to blink twice before I could see it. A sloping tunnel that led into the heart of the hill on which the mansion stood.

Down in the gloom, a closed metallic door blocked the only underground entrance.

"It's locked. I tried ramming it. It didn't budge," the shelwolf said. She was at least six feet tall, her muscles straining against the tight fabric of her black t-shirt. If she couldn't open it, I doubt anyone could.

Zyron took a deep breath and growled. "I can smell Zane and Eleanor with Nadia. Molly, Guard the exit. No one comes in or out without my permission."

The werewolf nodded and parked herself in the entrance of the tunnel, facing out, her arms crossed. We trudged down the slope, and I was grateful the ground was rough concrete to help with friction, because the tunnel was too steep.

Once we reached the flat ground near the door, Zyron cracked his neck. "Give me some space."

Dad and I backed away. I eyed the door doubtfully. It looked thicker than a bank vault.

Zyron took a running start of nothing but two steps and rammed the metallic door with his shoulder. Once. Twice. I winced. That must hurt. The metallic door bent with the indentation of Zyron's shoulder. The third time, the door flew inside, ripped by sheer force. Wow.

"Remind me to never piss you off, Zyron," Dad drawled out. Zyron flashed his teeth in a savage grin and jumped over the fallen door.

There was only room for one person to maneuver in the narrow hallway. Following his nose, Zyron strode past the closed door lining the walls towards the one at the very end of the dark corridor. He kicked the door open. It splintered inside in a shower of dust and debris.

Something kicked Zyron back. Zane. I almost didn't recognize him. Fury and disgust twisted his features, so unlike the affable expression he usually wore.

Zyron swung a punch that drove Zane inside the wide, circular room and burst after him. Dad went after them.

Eleanor tore into a pale brown wolf in a crackle of bones and lunged at my father. Behind them, Nadia was drawing something on the floor. As I watched, she cut her already bleeding hand again with a knife and squeezed, pooling blood into her fingers. I doubted it was a silver knife, so she had to keep cutting for more blood. She glanced up. Taking in Dad, who was in a fight with Eleanor. And Zane and Zyron, both tearing into each other with claws and fangs.

The circular room had enough room for everyone to move leisurely. Nadia's face twisted in fear.

"You're on your own, Zane," she said, pulling her magic toward her. I didn't know how I knew, but she was going to teleport.

Oh no, you won't.

My magic lashed out and gripped hers, wrenching it away before she could disappear.

She cried out. The lines of the circle she'd drawn on the floor sizzled, the glowing blood losing its luster. The knife clattered to the floor and she looked at me with the heat of a thousand suns. Then she lunged at me.