Chapter 250-11

Behind him, amongst the burning debris, Harper and Fenton had been pulled back into the fight, surrounded by three Varúlfur that stalked them, spitting and snarling. Fenton was poised to fire, arm outstretched and taking aim, but I knew that as soon as he shot one, the others would attack. Regardless he held steady, back to back with Harper who moved warily, alert to the danger that hemmed them in. As he turned, our eyes met across the clearing, just a brief yearning contact but it was enough for Lucifer to see something in my expression and he followed my gaze, his saliva-glistened mouth stretching into a grin when he saw what had caught my attention. With a growl, he turned, dropping to all fours and thundering directly towards Harper and Fenton, covering ground quickly as he barreled through whatever lay in his path. "No!" I screamed and Harper's head snapped in my direction, eyes widening as he saw just what was coming straight at them. The three waiting Varúlfur howled and Fenton,