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Jorin and Satre strode over to the foot of the bed and waited, drawing Kira’s attention back to her current problem. “Instead I am going to let one of the things you hate most eat you.” The female grinned. Kira’s eyes narrowed. “But I am willing to let you choose if you like? Which will it be?” She walked over behind the nostvore and put her arms around him, looking over his shoulder at her. “Sucked dry by our lovely Jorin here?” Taking her arms from around the nostvore, she then walked behind the lycrould and put her arms around him rubbing her hands all over his muscle-bound chest and stomach. “Or, eaten by this gorgeous hunk of meat, Satre?” She walked around to the side of the bed again. “Or are you greedy with your men like I am and wish to choose both?” she smiled devilishly. “Wow! Fancy that! Psychotic and a whore! Never saw that coming,” she said under her breath. The female heard it regardless. The smile left her face and her eyes darkened in anger. “I think being torn to pieces is the better choice, don’t you think?” She nodded to Satre who smirked in delight and hunger. He turned his head towards Kira and she could see that his eyes had already started to glow that brilliant electric blue as all lycroulds eyes did when they were about to fight or feed, the exact same blue that her eyes would turn, except when they turned silver of course. Satre groaned as the bones in his body quickly started to break and reshape, his muscles and tendons realigned, fur grew over the entire expanse of his body, and his face turned into a snout with a mouth full of extremely sharp teeth. The process of one transforming into its true form was a fast but painful ordeal and it wasn’t long before a gigantic wolf-creature stood on all fours at the head of the bed next to the certifiably crazy female. The lycrould growled at her as it made its way to her beside the bed, saliva dripping from its mouth. Its blue eyes glowed brighter as it got closer and it licked its lips with anticipation. This was definitely not the way she saw herself dying, but she guessed you didn’t always get a say on when and how it would happen. But still…it seriously pissed her off. She blamed that fuckin’ nostvore Emmerich for putting her in this position. Why the hell would he leave her like this, unable to defend herself? Was that the plan…if she got killed in the process of the invasion so be it? One less enemy they had to worry about? Was his attempt at seeing to her welfare when she was in pain his way of providing her with a false sense of comfort? A psychological trick to make her feel safe in his company? The more she thought about and questioned it the more furious she became. It was her turn for her eyes to glow with menace, pulsing with light. If she couldn’t fight them, then she at least was not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her scared. Fuck them and their twisted sadistic and masochistic natures. “C’mon fucker! Come and get me,” she snarled at the lycrould. She didn’t fail to notice the look of glee that was plastered over the female’s face at Kira’s impending doom. The lycrould growled in response to her taunt and placed its two front paws onto the bed beside her. The bed creaked under the pressure of its weight. It opened its mouth wide, its teeth long and razor sharp, and ready to attack. As it went for her throat she closed her eyes with acceptance and waited. She heard a huge rip of flesh. But there was no pain. Something warm dripped over her body and face. She opened her eyes. It was blood…but it wasn’t hers. She looked up at the lycrould puzzled. Its eyes looked down at her, wide with shock. Its throat had been slit, the blood dripping fast onto her body. There was also a sword protruding from its chest. She watched as the sword quickly disappeared into the lycrould’s body, and then she finally saw the person standing behind Satre with the bloodied sword in his hand. Emmerich! He had saved her and he looked pissed. He resheathed the sword on his back. His eyes drifted to hers momentarily, but then slid away to the other figures in the room. He snarled and went for the nostvore. Jorin didn’t even know what was happening before Emmerich was ripping his head off with such brute strength it made Kira even feel intimidated by his power. He turned to the human and was surprised when she kicked him so fast and with such an enormous amount of strength in the stomach that it sent him flying across the room. The female turned to Kira and raised her gun, aiming it at her head before pulling the trigger. The bullet went straight towards her and she moved her head to the side just in time as it went past her and into the timber of the headboard, shards of wood flying everywhere. Anger filled the female’s face as she realized she had missed. She didn’t have enough time to pull off another shot before Emmerich was upon her. He threw her across the room and she bounced off a wall, cracking it where she hit and landing on the ground next to a table. It seemed she wasn’t even dazed by the action for she instantly picked up a knife that was on the table and threw it at him. He turned his entire body, easily letting the knife glide past him. When he looked back the human was gone. He growled and went to the doorway, looking down the hall, but there was no sign of her. Kira watched him as his chest heaved up and down, the look of fury evident upon his face. His clothes were ripped and covered in blood and gore, but it seemed none of it appeared to be his. He turned and looked at her. “Are you okay?” Emmerich asked gruffly. He quickly made his way to her side, inspecting her body for any signs of injury. “Do I look like I’m okay?” she asked incredulously. “The only way I will be okay is if you let me out of these damn chains. I nearly got ripped to pieces and shot because of you freaks. Let me the fuck out!” She was angry and it didn’t surprise him. He would probably feel the exact same way if he was in her position. But it didn’t mean he would unchain her, he wasn’t going to take the risk that she would flee if he did. “I will be back shortly.” He headed towards the door. “What do you mean you’ll be back shortly? Unlock these fucking chains,” she yelled at him. “I must go help my people. If you haven’t heard, there is an invasion in progress.” With a flash he was gone and the door closed behind him. He could hear her screams as he headed away from the bedroom and towards the fight again. The moment he found out that someone was trying to kill Kira he had seen red. He reasoned that the cause of feeling that way was because he wouldn’t find out for Raidan anything more about who she was or how she had these abilities. That was the only reason he didn’t want her killed, he said to himself unconvincingly. He was also livid that the other human had gotten away, the one that displayed the same abilities as Kira and was working for his enemies. Where the hell had this other human come from? And why did she want Kira dead? This attack on her increased his rage towards the ones who had invaded his home, and the more his rage increased, the more he wanted to punish them. Make them regret ever thinking they could defy or defeat the Vanatre. He reinforced this line of thought as he drove his hand hard through the chest of a newly-turned nostvore, holding the nostvore’s heart in his hand and tossing it over his shoulder. Yes. They would all pay. 
Kimberley lives by the idea that everyone should have a bucket list of things they want to accomplish in life, but not only to have a list, but attempt to mark off as many items as possible. One goal that was high on hers was writing a novel and having it published. This idea of writing a novel wasn’t new to her, but an inevitability, as her love of reading books and watching movies inspired her to create her own stories. When the day came that she finally did start to write, she realized that this was going to be something that she wanted to do more than once, emphasized by the fact that her first novel was to be book 1 of a trilogy, and that there are many more stories waiting inside her head ready to be created. Her hope is that not only for people to enjoy hers books, but that people are inspired by them as others have inspired her. Kimberley was born in Sydney, Australia, and currently resides in the Gold Coast hinterland. 
Jorin and Satre strode over to the foot of the bed and waited, drawing Kira’s attention back to her current problem. “Instead I am going to let one of the things you hate most eat you.” The female grinned. Kira’s eyes narrowed. “But I am willing to let you choose if you like? Which will it be?” She walked over behind the nostvore and put her arms around him, looking over his shoulder at her. “Sucked dry by our lovely Jorin here?” Taking her arms from around the nostvore, she then walked behind the lycrould and put her arms around him rubbing her hands all over his muscle-bound chest and stomach. “Or, eaten by this gorgeous hunk of meat, Satre?” She walked around to the side of the bed again. “Or are you greedy with your men like I am and wish to choose both?” she smiled devilishly. “Wow! Fancy that! Psychotic and a whore! Never saw that coming,” she said under her breath. The female heard it regardless. The smile left her face and her eyes darkened in anger. “I think being torn to pieces is the better choice, don’t you think?” She nodded to Satre who smirked in delight and hunger. He turned his head towards Kira and she could see that his eyes had already started to glow that brilliant electric blue as all lycroulds eyes did when they were about to fight or feed, the exact same blue that her eyes would turn, except when they turned silver of course. Satre groaned as the bones in his body quickly started to break and reshape, his muscles and tendons realigned, fur grew over the entire expanse of his body, and his face turned into a snout with a mouth full of extremely sharp teeth. The process of one transforming into its true form was a fast but painful ordeal and it wasn’t long before a gigantic wolf-creature stood on all fours at the head of the bed next to the certifiably crazy female. The lycrould growled at her as it made its way to her beside the bed, saliva dripping from its mouth. Its blue eyes glowed brighter as it got closer and it licked its lips with anticipation. This was definitely not the way she saw herself dying, but she guessed you didn’t always get a say on when and how it would happen. But still…it seriously pissed her off. She blamed that fuckin’ nostvore Emmerich for putting her in this position. Why the hell would he leave her like this, unable to defend herself? Was that the plan…if she got killed in the process of the invasion so be it? One less enemy they had to worry about? Was his attempt at seeing to her welfare when she was in pain his way of providing her with a false sense of comfort? A psychological trick to make her feel safe in his company? The more she thought about and questioned it the more furious she became. It was her turn for her eyes to glow with menace, pulsing with light. If she couldn’t fight them, then she at least was not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her scared. Fuck them and their twisted sadistic and masochistic natures. “C’mon fucker! Come and get me,” she snarled at the lycrould. She didn’t fail to notice the look of glee that was plastered over the female’s face at Kira’s impending doom. The lycrould growled in response to her taunt and placed its two front paws onto the bed beside her. The bed creaked under the pressure of its weight. It opened its mouth wide, its teeth long and razor sharp, and ready to attack. As it went for her throat she closed her eyes with acceptance and waited. She heard a huge rip of flesh. But there was no pain. Something warm dripped over her body and face. She opened her eyes. It was blood…but it wasn’t hers. She looked up at the lycrould puzzled. Its eyes looked down at her, wide with shock. Its throat had been slit, the blood dripping fast onto her body. There was also a sword protruding from its chest. She watched as the sword quickly disappeared into the lycrould’s body, and then she finally saw the person standing behind Satre with the bloodied sword in his hand. Emmerich! He had saved her and he looked pissed. He resheathed the sword on his back. His eyes drifted to hers momentarily, but then slid away to the other figures in the room. He snarled and went for the nostvore. Jorin didn’t even know what was happening before Emmerich was ripping his head off with such brute strength it made Kira even feel intimidated by his power. He turned to the human and was surprised when she kicked him so fast and with such an enormous amount of strength in the stomach that it sent him flying across the room. The female turned to Kira and raised her gun, aiming it at her head before pulling the trigger. The bullet went straight towards her and she moved her head to the side just in time as it went past her and into the timber of the headboard, shards of wood flying everywhere. Anger filled the female’s face as she realized she had missed. She didn’t have enough time to pull off another shot before Emmerich was upon her. He threw her across the room and she bounced off a wall, cracking it where she hit and landing on the ground next to a table. It seemed she wasn’t even dazed by the action for she instantly picked up a knife that was on the table and threw it at him. He turned his entire body, easily letting the knife glide past him. When he looked back the human was gone. He growled and went to the doorway, looking down the hall, but there was no sign of her. Kira watched him as his chest heaved up and down, the look of fury evident upon his face. His clothes were ripped and covered in blood and gore, but it seemed none of it appeared to be his. He turned and looked at her. “Are you okay?” Emmerich asked gruffly. He quickly made his way to her side, inspecting her body for any signs of injury. “Do I look like I’m okay?” she asked incredulously. “The only way I will be okay is if you let me out of these damn chains. I nearly got ripped to pieces and shot because of you freaks. Let me the fuck out!” She was angry and it didn’t surprise him. He would probably feel the exact same way if he was in her position. But it didn’t mean he would unchain her, he wasn’t going to take the risk that she would flee if he did. “I will be back shortly.” He headed towards the door. “What do you mean you’ll be back shortly? Unlock these fucking chains,” she yelled at him. “I must go help my people. If you haven’t heard, there is an invasion in progress.” With a flash he was gone and the door closed behind him. He could hear her screams as he headed away from the bedroom and towards the fight again. The moment he found out that someone was trying to kill Kira he had seen red. He reasoned that the cause of feeling that way was because he wouldn’t find out for Raidan anything more about who she was or how she had these abilities. That was the only reason he didn’t want her killed, he said to himself unconvincingly. He was also livid that the other human had gotten away, the one that displayed the same abilities as Kira and was working for his enemies. Where the hell had this other human come from? And why did she want Kira dead? This attack on her increased his rage towards the ones who had invaded his home, and the more his rage increased, the more he wanted to punish them. Make them regret ever thinking they could defy or defeat the Vanatre. He reinforced this line of thought as he drove his hand hard through the chest of a newly-turned nostvore, holding the nostvore’s heart in his hand and tossing it over his shoulder. Yes. They would all pay. 
Kimberley lives by the idea that everyone should have a bucket list of things they want to accomplish in life, but not only to have a list, but attempt to mark off as many items as possible. One goal that was high on hers was writing a novel and having it published. This idea of writing a novel wasn’t new to her, but an inevitability, as her love of reading books and watching movies inspired her to create her own stories. When the day came that she finally did start to write, she realized that this was going to be something that she wanted to do more than once, emphasized by the fact that her first novel was to be book 1 of a trilogy, and that there are many more stories waiting inside her head ready to be created. Her hope is that not only for people to enjoy hers books, but that people are inspired by them as others have inspired her. Kimberley was born in Sydney, Australia, and currently resides in the Gold Coast hinterland. 
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