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"Don't let the moon or the wolf inside control you."

Summary:

A take on the fight during Chapter Twelve of the book with double MCs.

Notes:

Mahim my beloved belongs in my heart but also to Kani.

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Mahim fell back a step, hackles raised. He remained bipedal. Just. The drum of the moon had yet to pierce the cacophony of the pack. Judging from their howls they were finishing the vampires at the den. Which left him and the vampire. Blackwell. Whom Mahim was sure still had a couple aces up his sleeve.

Blackwell cracked his neck. His suit—that damn suit—torn in several places and losing stitching in some. Mahim blinked, and he watched the vampire from a different angle. Low to the ground, creeping behind Blackwell’s profile.

One of the pack—Farro? Jay? Their coat kept them hidden in the white dark of the bridal shop, and they moved so silently around shattered glass and broken mannequins neither vampire nor werewolf heard them. A hunter. Olli.

Don’t.

She ignored him. She ignored him.

Her jaws clamped shut on Blackwell’s throat. The vampire didn’t scream—he should scream screamscreamscreamscreamscream one of them howled. Instead he swung around, ripped Olli away by her middle, and flung her into a pillar.

She landed with a yip that turned into a snarl. Her back claws scrabbled at the wood floor. Olli fought dirty. A favorite trick of hers was feigning helplessness and delivering the finishing blow her opponent rushed in for. She didn’t sprawl her legs when she faked.

The vampire’s eyes flicked from the gnarled mass on her chest to the puckered flesh along her spine. “You?” he laughed. “I see you didn’t drown. Let’s fix that.” Before Mahim could move, Blackwell held her in the air by her throat. Her claws gouged at his arm, jaws twisting to get at his wrist. The fingers holding her tore. Mahim saw inside her throat.

Olli!

wherewherewherewherewhere

comingcomingcomingcomingcoming

packpackpackpackpackpack

hereherehere

Mahim focused on the bridal shop, what he saw of the street. Olli didn’t share his qualms. His and every mind flooded with Blackwell’s face, her howls drowning out Mahim’s. KillKillKillKillKill

Blackwell aimed to throw her out the window. Mahim lunged. Bone crunched in his jaws. He couldn’t hear Olli. He couldn’t see her, either. Nor could he see Blackwell. All Mahim saw was the moon.