Midnight's Captive(124)

The creature was set ablaze instantly. It was Logan who gave a battle yell right before he beheaded the creature.

They only had time to get to their feet as more of the beasts rained down upon them. Charon glanced at Jason to see the bubble of magic he had surrounded himself with was diminishing quickly.

Something hurtled into Charon’s back, knocking him face first into the ground. He bit back a yell when he felt a selmyr’s bite.

Darkness, black as pitch, surrounded Charon. A heartbeat later, the selmyr was lying dead beside him. Charon glanced up to find the shadows dissipating and Lucan leaning down to help him to his feet.

Charon pivoted as he caught sight of a creature and sank his claws into its back before he yanked out the spinal column. Around him, Fallon was teleporting all over the place, taking the beasts by surprise.

Broc was swooping down from the sky and beheading all he could reach, while Arran used his control over water to direct the rain into deadly blades.

Ramsey was using his ability as a half-Druid, half-Warrior to confuse the selmyr. Ian was absorbing any of the Warriors’ power and directing it at the beasts to lethal precision.

Charon leaped over a creature as he searched for Phelan, only to find his friend surrounded by selmyr. Charon let out a battle cry and dived into the fray to come up and yank a selmyr off Phelan. There was a rumble beneath their feet, and suddenly the ground opened up around them to swallow the creatures.

“Duck!” shouted a female voice behind them.

Charon and Phelan didn’t hesitate to do as Larena demanded. The only female Warrior was using her power of invisibility once again to her advantage.

There was a startled cry from a selmyr coming at them. Charon looked up to see its spine being yanked out by some unseen hand.

“There’s more coming,” Larena’s disembodied voice said from somewhere in front of them. “Get moving.”

Charon could see how weak Phelan was after all his blood loss. He wasn’t feeling too frisky himself, but the battle was near to ending. How they would be able to sustain the battle, Charon wasn’t sure.

And by the way Jason was now on his knees, the bubble around him thinning with each hit from the selmyr, it wouldn’t be long before the creatures got to Wallace.

Then they would turn to the Warriors.

Charon got Phelan over to Quinn and Galen, who had set up around Aiden. The Druid was using his magic against the creatures. Phelan dropped to his knees, his hands braced on his thighs as his head hung forward.

“I really hate these shits,” Phelan said over the rain.

As if in answer, the storm strengthened. The rain came down at a punishing intensity while the wind howled and tried to knock them off their feet. The thunder rumbled constantly. Charon didn’t know when one round of thunder ended and another began.

“Here they come!” Quinn yelled.

Charon looked up to see a cloud of ash approaching them. The selmyr abruptly appeared in front of them, their teeth bared as they went in for a bite.

Lightning forked viciously over the sky, lashing down upon them. The selmyr standing in front of Charon was fried to a crisp when a bolt zigzagged out of the sky and zapped him.

There was only one Warrior who could control lightning. Charon looked around and spotted Malcolm and Camdyn racing toward them.

“I’ll be damned,” Galen said with a grin when he spotted them.

Charon had never been so happy to see Malcolm or Camdyn. There wasn’t time to welcome them since the selmyr had almost busted through Jason’s magic.

“It’s all about to end,” Arran said, his white Warrior eyes trained on Wallace.

Charon wasn’t ready to celebrate just yet. Deirdre and Declan had always managed to get out of tight spots. Even Jason had proved resourceful. It wouldn’t be over until Charon was standing over Wallace’s dead body.

The three MacLeod brothers lined up together as more selmyr appeared around them. Charon never got tired of watching Fallon, Lucan, and Quinn fight side by side. They were unstoppable.

But even they were soon overwhelmed by the sheer number of selmyr.

“Where are they coming from?” Ian asked.

Charon lunged forward the same time he dodged a creature’s arm. He used his speed to get behind the selmyr and behead him. “Hell,” he answered as the head fell to the ground.

There was no more time for talk as they fought to stay alive and struggled to keep the selmyr off them. There wasn’t a one of them who hadn’t been bitten at least a dozen times, and it was taking its toll.

Charon’s usual speed wasn’t there. It felt as if he didn’t quite have control of his body. And he hurt. Everywhere, but especially the spots he’d been bitten.

He couldn’t give up. He wouldn’t give up. For Laura, for the Druids, for the innocents the world over who had no idea what was going on.