A myriad of emotions surged through Forrest as he saw his mate cradling her deceased friend.
Guilt.
Fear.
Rage.
It was his fault. They had ventured here to rescue him.
There was little time to dwell on it, as a horde of wild vampires advanced in a torrent of bloodlust and wrath, their ferocious eyes locked on his grieving mate. He couldn't let her perish. His life wasn't worth it.
Let it all out! Hades growled inside. She still has our gift and will be safe, and Ivar is already dead. Nothing will help him.
With an instinctive knowledge that time was an unforgiving enemy, Forrest acted. His hand shot up in a swift, decisive motion, a silent command to the darkness within him.
Eitr surged forth from his palm in enormous waves, an ethereal yet deadly force that cascaded towards the on
