Guinevere Lunaris had done a lot of questionable shit tonight. Played dead in a dungeon. Robbed a prince. Armed a Keep.
What she was about to do took the fucking cake.
Tyler Draven had taken a blade through the chest to save her life and was being carried away.
She didn't think. Thinking was a privilege for people who weren't watching their Beta die.
"GUINEVERE. LOOK AT ME. I'M COMING! JUST WAIT— FUCK!"
Kael was cutting through cum-chanting demons to reach her. Twenty between them.
"GUINEVERE, DON'T. DON'T YOU FUCKING— GUINEVERE!"
She jumped off the wall. Full sprint with an arrow in hand. Full strength. Something she had never done in front of her pack to her knowledge.
Thirty feet of empty air.
Bullseye.
She hit the motherfucker in the back like a pissed-off monkey mid-tantrum. Yes, she was tackling a flying demon that wanted to fuck her to save her Beta. There was no version of this that wasn't batshit.
But she was one pissed off bitch.
It screamed.
