The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 522

Chapter 522: He Tried To Rise Three Times

Fin: Serena. Use your bow.

She glanced down at the arrow in her hand that she was about to lunge at a vampire with until Gavriel stopped her, as if she were just then remembering she had a bow.

In less than a second, her arrow was drawn.

Her eyes were still blazing, lit with something between grief and the kind of rage that rewrites a person’s entire operating system. The bowstring hummed against her fingers.

Just as a vampire lunged for her, she loosed, aimed at the leader.

The leader was ready for her, moving in a blur to dodge it.

But Serena Frostborne did not miss.

The arrow went through his chest.

Ash exploded from his body.

Fin: Triangle formation. Now.

The fight resumed. A whirlwind of claws, blades, gold magic, and the raw, animal desperation of people who are losing and refuse to acknowledge it. They fought through a fresh wave. Then another. Then another. Each one thinner, meaner, hungrier than the last, every dead vampire replaced by two more that were angrier about it.

Serena fired arrow after arrow, ash explosions turning the mountain slope into a smoking graveyard.

Fin held the front, tearing through every creature that lunged for her with a ferocity that had stopped looking tactical and started looking personal.

They continued up the mountain, working as a unit. Fin grabbed one of Serena’s arrows from her quiver and pointed it outward like a torch. The vampires recoiled from the glow, hissing, scrambling backward over each other in their rush to get away from the weapon that had been turning their kind into confetti for the last three hours.

It was the first funny thing that had happened in an hour. Fin did not laugh.

Gavriel’s sword carved through vampire skulls like a hot knife through wet clay, each swing clean, each strike final, his green-lit eyes burning brighter with every kill.

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2 HOURS LATER

CURRENT STATUS: Dexmon: Gone.

Exhaustion Level: Biblical.

Morale: See "Dexmon: Gone."

A vampire feinted left. Fin lunged to counter, weight shifting, blade swinging toward the decoy, and another vampire slammed a blade through his side from behind.

The steel punched through muscle and scraped rib.

Fin choked, dropping to one knee, the weapon lodged deep. Blood bloomed across his suit in a spreading stain that looked black in the volcanic light.

"FIN!" Serena screamed, fighting to reach him.

But ten vampires swarmed between them, a wall of violet bodies and gnashing teeth that sealed the gap like a living barricade, blocking her path with the coordinated cruelty of predators who knew exactly what they were doing.

DRAKENFELL, UNDERGROUND CHAMBER

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