Half-Blooded | The Dark Child Prophecy Series [✔️]

Chapter 68: No Mercy [M]

Once I was on the ground level, I heard the monster above me finally figure out how to handle the stairs. While it would have simply been uncomfortable in a wolf's body, his new barreled chest and top-heavy shoulders would make it more tricky to rush down head-first.

I didn't waste time. I tore off to the door and down the hall that led to the other wings of the chateau. I didn't know if Killian Page's men would shoot me on sight or if the guns were only to protect them from their own hybrids. The sounds of Peter laying chase behind me kept me moving as fast as I could. When I got halfway down the corridor, I pulled the revolver from the small of my back and took a shot over my shoulder.

The bullet hit the black lycan in the shoulder. He only seemed to flinch, losing his stride for a couple of steps. No steam fizzled from the injury.

"Fuck," I yelped. Koval had learned how to combat the silver sensitivity. While the silver bullet would sting like hell, it wouldn't be enough to drop him. I would have to take a good enough shot to put him down, for good. But I didn't know if I was prepared to kill one of Jason's closest allies and friend.

I reached the second set of double doors that blocked off the private rooms and lower alpha den from the grand hall, and I yanked both doors shut. It would slow him down enough to give me a few extra seconds as he tried to figure out how to either pull the doors open from his side, or break through them altogether. I noticed a decorative sword on the wall that was framed by two paintings and leapt up enough to rip the weapon from its stand. I quickly slipped it through the slats of the door handles' bars.

Once the doors were secure, I sheathed my katana across my back and headed towards the grand hall in a sprint. My feet and shins stung as my strides pounded against the marble floors. Just as I reached the end of the corridor, gunfire rang out again. I ducked, diving behind the backside of the grand stairwell that led to the second and third floors. Laughter followed as the last bullet found its resting place.

"You may have tamed one, Miss Mezdor, but I have more waiting. And they are all as ugly and nasty as your friend Peter there," Killian Page cajoled from the grand foyer. I rolled my eyes as I heaved for breath in my hiding place. "You have some alpha in you, but it won't be enough to make a whole pack of super-soldiers submit."

"That's what you think," I muttered, knowing he wouldn't hear me.

Gunfire peppered the walls and windows around me, making me cringe as I sunk down into a crouch on the floor, my body leaning against the wall. I turned my head as I heard Peter snarl and lunge over and over at the double doors in the lower Alpha wing.

Time was running out. I could either get shot or mauled.

From out in the grand foyer, I could hear Page talk again, "Go get her."

I closed my eyes, saying another prayer. You can do this, you can do this, I began to chant. I had survived so much in twenty-five years already, and I wanted to survive one more fight.

Hearing two of Page's men approach, I inhaled one more time in a deep breath. I slowly drew my sword again from its sheath and wrapped my hands around its pommel and hilt. My eyes opened just as the first one came around the corner and I swung.

The katana sliced sound through the air and was only muffled for a moment as it found its target. The man screamed as his hand found the floor, severed at the wrist. I pulled the hilt into my chest and stabbed straight forward, finding his throat in the same motion as Page had done to Vraal Hellmuth. The soldier fell to the floor, making sickening gurgles. When the second man came at me next, I knocked the large automatic rifle from his hands as he advanced on me. I kicked out hard, knocking him back two steps. I drew the pistol from my hip and fired twice, both silver bullets finding his chest in rapid succession.