(Author's POV)
You killed my beloved, my queen; you fucking Lycans~ …. Now, I, Lord Aamon, Marquis of Hell, will take away your precious little mate's life to make it even. You will all behold her agonizing demise firsthand," he bellowed in Satanic cadence. With another wrathful roar, he flung the jagged blue and angry bolt, aiming straight for Myra. "DIE, THIS TIME FOR REAL~~~ …. YOU FUCKING BITCH. NOW, DIEEEEE~~~~~~"
The brothers' faces turned pallid with raw terror as they all ran towards her at the same time like a bat out of hell. Drey, who was the closest to Myra, pushed his body on the line to shield her. He looked at Myra with a tender, reverent gaze, then back at the spark coming their way. He was ready to take on anything and everything to save his dear mate, even though he could get harmed badly or be killed. He would do it without any regret.
