And Then There Were Four (Lilith Carrie) novel Chapter 247

Perhaps I was darkness… perhaps I was light.

At this moment, I didn't care. The only thing I wanted was revenge for my fallen mate. Revenge for the man I lost and the men I loved.

With a swish of my hands, I thrust my hands in front of me and directed my power at him. It caught him off guard, and as it did, he tried to shield himself and failed. Step by step, I moved closer, watching him struggle under me before a hit from my side sent me spiraling through the air, hitting the ground with an intensity I hadn't expected.

It was Allison. The stupid cunt had stopped me, and as I turned, I growled at her, watching as she stared at me, baring her teeth. Her golden wolf was ready to rip me apart, yet I welcomed it. "Oh, you fucked up."

She charged at me, and as she did, I slid past her, twisting and turning with every snap of her jaw. I wasn't going to let her get me, and movement after movement, I pushed forward.

Bursting through the masses with her hot on my tail. I wasn't sure where the man had gone, but after I dealt with her, he was going to die as well.

Another hit to my side sent me flying to the ground, but as I turned on my knees, I stared at the salivating wolf with golden eyes. "Are you ready to die?"

She let out something close to a snort, and as she did, she lunged, which was her biggest mistake. Grabbing her, I jumped onto her back, wrapping my arms around her neck, slowly crushing her windpipe as she tried desperately to throw me off her.

She fell to the ground with a pop and a yelp, and I stood staring down at her slowly shifting body. She lay there, eyes wide, gasping for air as she clawed at her throat.

"I told you I would kill you," I muttered with venom. "You have caused far too much damage to my family for me to allow you to go free. This time, I will make sure that you have no way to come back."

Thrusting my claws down towards her chest, I plunged my hand in deep, grabbing her heart. As I stared down at her, the look in her eyes fed the primal animal inside me. Blood lust filled me, and her fear made a sadistic smile cross my lips right before I ripped her heart from her chest.

Allison was dead, and killing her caused a loud roar of anger to fill the air.

It was the man, and his glaring gaze stared at me with hatred.

"What did you do!" he yelled furiously as he jumped down from the rock he was standing on, stalking me. "She was my favorite."

"And Damian was one of mine," I snapped. "He was my mate, and you took him."

"I am Loki, one of the gods of Asgard, and you will pay for your crimes."

So that was who he was. The Loki of Asgard, God of mischief.

Running at me, a staff appeared in his hand that he swung at me, causing me to jump back, avoiding getting hit. The man was powerful, but one thing he didn't realize was I was never alone.