The Savage Grace
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Daniel turned toward them.
Talbot rocked forward on his knee. “I’ll never submit to you!” he shouted, and flew at Daniel. Before Daniel could react, Talbot swung his arm out and knocked the sword from his hand. Daniel grabbed him, and the two began to grapple.
“Did you really think I’d ever submit to you?” Talbot asked as they fought. “Think I’d be your lapdog? Even when I was with Caleb, I pulled all the strings. And I still did after I left him. Do you really think he was smart enough to pull off that attack on the parish? Stage this here tonight? That was all me.”
“I wouldn’t sound so proud,” Daniel said, striking a blow against Talbot’s shoulder. “Caleb failed.”
“Because I wanted him to. I always knew I’d kill him in this ring, and then kill the prime challenger. Only I originally thought it would be Gabriel, not you. But I like this plan better.”
What? Talbot had been against both Caleb and us at the same time? Playing us for fools against each other? Until it led to this very moment?
It took me a minute to process, but I still wasn’t shocked. I’d always wondered why Talbot had worked for Caleb, despite knowing the man had been responsible for his parents’ death. And ever since it was revealed that he once had been a part of the Shadow Kings, I was never really able to trust him fully. But the part that didn’t ring true—the part that still confused me was the thought that Talbot had been against us the whole time. I guess, deep down, I’d believed that he thought he was in love with me. And even though I didn’t return his feelings in any way, I just couldn’t accept that the things he’d told me about the way he felt were lies.
I’d believed his professing that he’d do anything to be a part of my life—even if it meant helping Daniel become his alpha.
Talbot shifted fighting methods, and started using wing chun punches and blocks against Daniel—a style of fighting that kept your opponent at a very close range. Daniel returned the pummeling, block against hit, hit against block. Daniel was stronger and bigger than Talbot, but wing chun was designed especially for the small-sized fighter, and Talbot eventually landed an open palm blow against Daniel’s chest. But instead of hitting him backward, Talbot clutched at Daniel’s chest and screamed a great bloodcurdling roar of anger. His face angled up at the bloodred moon, and I watched as power visibly rippled through his body, into his arm, and through his hand into Daniel’s chest.
Daniel’s mouth fell open like a scream of pain should have followed, but no sound came out. His arms looked rigid at his sides—like they’d been petrified. I could see fear and confusion in his eyes, and I could tell he was paralyzed. Talbot’s face bore the look of complete concentration as he squinted up at the moon and shoved his hand against Daniel’s chest with all his might.
What was Talbot doing?
I thought I heard Daniel cry out. But then I realized I’d felt his pain rather than heard it. A red stain suddenly erupted on his shoulder, soaking through the gold fabric of his robe. I realized it was blood, and it looked like it was bleeding from where he’d been shot by that hunter with a silver bullet. I felt another one of Daniel’s screams and watched as the newly healed ragged scars on his wrist—where he’d taken the blow of the chain whip in order to save Anton—burst open.
I looked at Talbot’s face, twisted with rage. The way he extended it toward the red moon reminded me of how I’d channeled the power of the eclipse in order to break away from Caleb’s demons. I looked at his other hand, pressed firmly against Daniel’s chest. The way Daniel’s body quaked and shook like something was trying to rip him apart from inside.
“He can’t be…” My breath caught in my chest so hard it hurt. I pushed myself up to standing, almost screaming at the sheer pain of my shattered leg. There was no time even to contemplate trying to heal it. I could feel Daniel calling for my help. I had to stop Talbot now.
“Stop,” I screamed at him. “I know what you’re doing, Talbot! Stop it now!
I lifted the hunting rifle Ryan had left for me.
Talbot’s jaw clenched. He didn’t let go. My body shook as I felt Daniel’s screams of terrible agony. Talbot was channeling the power of the eclipsed full moon and using it to fuel the healing power—no, the opposite of the healing power—against Daniel. He was forcing his anger and rage into Daniel, attacking him with his inner wolf from the inside. Just like we’d discussed yesterday when Talbot convinced me to teach him about the power. When he’d claimed that he wanted to know only so he could save me if necessary. Using the claim of his feelings for me as a trick.
A bloody gash gushed from Daniel’s face, another on his hand. Wounds he must have suffered and healed over during the fight. Blood soaked through the side of his shredded robe, where Caleb had clawed at him.
“You still want me to submit to you now?” Talbot asked Daniel. “Or do I need to dig a little deeper? What other past wounds does your body hold? Weren’t you stabbed in the heart once—with a silver dagger? That’s what all the stories I keep hearing about you say.”
“Don’t, Talbot!” I screamed. “Don’t you dare! Don’t do this!”
“What’s the matter, Grace? You don’t want me to rip a hole through your Daniel’s heart? The same hole you caused?”
I lifted the rifle. The flickering red beam of the laser scope danced against Talbot’s black shirt. It bounced up and down, betraying just how badly my hands trembled. I’d never pointed a gun at a person before. “This is loaded with silver bullets.” Two, anyway. “And I know how to shoot it.”
Talbot laughed. It was an airy noise, and I knew he was trying not to break too much of his concentration.
“Maybe that’s the point, Grace. Maybe I want you to shoot me. Or at least I want you to want to shoot me.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m good at getting Urbats to give in to their inner wolves. Didn’t Caleb tell you that once? I’ve got more style than him. I go after the heart of the matter.” He pressed his hand harder into Daniel’s chest, making his otherwise paralyzed body convulse.
“Don’t! Stop, please. What do you want?”
“For years, I thought all I wanted was Caleb dead, and revenge on Sirhan’s pack for not preventing the death of my parents. That’s all I used to want since I was child—but Caleb’s dead now, and I’m about to win alpha of Sirhan’s pack, like I always planned. The only problem is, you made me want more than that.” His face twisted, and I thought it almost looked like an expression of remorse. “With Daniel gone, I might actually get the thing I want most.”
Talbot rocked forward on his knee. “I’ll never submit to you!” he shouted, and flew at Daniel. Before Daniel could react, Talbot swung his arm out and knocked the sword from his hand. Daniel grabbed him, and the two began to grapple.
“Did you really think I’d ever submit to you?” Talbot asked as they fought. “Think I’d be your lapdog? Even when I was with Caleb, I pulled all the strings. And I still did after I left him. Do you really think he was smart enough to pull off that attack on the parish? Stage this here tonight? That was all me.”
“I wouldn’t sound so proud,” Daniel said, striking a blow against Talbot’s shoulder. “Caleb failed.”
“Because I wanted him to. I always knew I’d kill him in this ring, and then kill the prime challenger. Only I originally thought it would be Gabriel, not you. But I like this plan better.”
What? Talbot had been against both Caleb and us at the same time? Playing us for fools against each other? Until it led to this very moment?
It took me a minute to process, but I still wasn’t shocked. I’d always wondered why Talbot had worked for Caleb, despite knowing the man had been responsible for his parents’ death. And ever since it was revealed that he once had been a part of the Shadow Kings, I was never really able to trust him fully. But the part that didn’t ring true—the part that still confused me was the thought that Talbot had been against us the whole time. I guess, deep down, I’d believed that he thought he was in love with me. And even though I didn’t return his feelings in any way, I just couldn’t accept that the things he’d told me about the way he felt were lies.
I’d believed his professing that he’d do anything to be a part of my life—even if it meant helping Daniel become his alpha.
Talbot shifted fighting methods, and started using wing chun punches and blocks against Daniel—a style of fighting that kept your opponent at a very close range. Daniel returned the pummeling, block against hit, hit against block. Daniel was stronger and bigger than Talbot, but wing chun was designed especially for the small-sized fighter, and Talbot eventually landed an open palm blow against Daniel’s chest. But instead of hitting him backward, Talbot clutched at Daniel’s chest and screamed a great bloodcurdling roar of anger. His face angled up at the bloodred moon, and I watched as power visibly rippled through his body, into his arm, and through his hand into Daniel’s chest.
Daniel’s mouth fell open like a scream of pain should have followed, but no sound came out. His arms looked rigid at his sides—like they’d been petrified. I could see fear and confusion in his eyes, and I could tell he was paralyzed. Talbot’s face bore the look of complete concentration as he squinted up at the moon and shoved his hand against Daniel’s chest with all his might.
What was Talbot doing?
I thought I heard Daniel cry out. But then I realized I’d felt his pain rather than heard it. A red stain suddenly erupted on his shoulder, soaking through the gold fabric of his robe. I realized it was blood, and it looked like it was bleeding from where he’d been shot by that hunter with a silver bullet. I felt another one of Daniel’s screams and watched as the newly healed ragged scars on his wrist—where he’d taken the blow of the chain whip in order to save Anton—burst open.
I looked at Talbot’s face, twisted with rage. The way he extended it toward the red moon reminded me of how I’d channeled the power of the eclipse in order to break away from Caleb’s demons. I looked at his other hand, pressed firmly against Daniel’s chest. The way Daniel’s body quaked and shook like something was trying to rip him apart from inside.
“He can’t be…” My breath caught in my chest so hard it hurt. I pushed myself up to standing, almost screaming at the sheer pain of my shattered leg. There was no time even to contemplate trying to heal it. I could feel Daniel calling for my help. I had to stop Talbot now.
“Stop,” I screamed at him. “I know what you’re doing, Talbot! Stop it now!
I lifted the hunting rifle Ryan had left for me.
Talbot’s jaw clenched. He didn’t let go. My body shook as I felt Daniel’s screams of terrible agony. Talbot was channeling the power of the eclipsed full moon and using it to fuel the healing power—no, the opposite of the healing power—against Daniel. He was forcing his anger and rage into Daniel, attacking him with his inner wolf from the inside. Just like we’d discussed yesterday when Talbot convinced me to teach him about the power. When he’d claimed that he wanted to know only so he could save me if necessary. Using the claim of his feelings for me as a trick.
A bloody gash gushed from Daniel’s face, another on his hand. Wounds he must have suffered and healed over during the fight. Blood soaked through the side of his shredded robe, where Caleb had clawed at him.
“You still want me to submit to you now?” Talbot asked Daniel. “Or do I need to dig a little deeper? What other past wounds does your body hold? Weren’t you stabbed in the heart once—with a silver dagger? That’s what all the stories I keep hearing about you say.”
“Don’t, Talbot!” I screamed. “Don’t you dare! Don’t do this!”
“What’s the matter, Grace? You don’t want me to rip a hole through your Daniel’s heart? The same hole you caused?”
I lifted the rifle. The flickering red beam of the laser scope danced against Talbot’s black shirt. It bounced up and down, betraying just how badly my hands trembled. I’d never pointed a gun at a person before. “This is loaded with silver bullets.” Two, anyway. “And I know how to shoot it.”
Talbot laughed. It was an airy noise, and I knew he was trying not to break too much of his concentration.
“Maybe that’s the point, Grace. Maybe I want you to shoot me. Or at least I want you to want to shoot me.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m good at getting Urbats to give in to their inner wolves. Didn’t Caleb tell you that once? I’ve got more style than him. I go after the heart of the matter.” He pressed his hand harder into Daniel’s chest, making his otherwise paralyzed body convulse.
“Don’t! Stop, please. What do you want?”
“For years, I thought all I wanted was Caleb dead, and revenge on Sirhan’s pack for not preventing the death of my parents. That’s all I used to want since I was child—but Caleb’s dead now, and I’m about to win alpha of Sirhan’s pack, like I always planned. The only problem is, you made me want more than that.” His face twisted, and I thought it almost looked like an expression of remorse. “With Daniel gone, I might actually get the thing I want most.”
