Charley came to a stop on the road in front of the cabin, her eyes wide with shock.
In the brief but excruciating minutes since Dorian had shoved her out that window, a war had erupted on Estas’ property.
The backyard and surrounding woods were a disaster zone of flaming trees, roiling smoke, and broken bodies.
Demons fought grays. Grays fought each other. Behind a thick screen of smoke, Charley could just make out the blurred movements of the vampires double-teaming a gray the size of a refrigerator. Lower to the ground, a massive black-and-gray wolf lunged at a charging demon, taking him down on impact.
Cole.
Charley quickly took in the scene, trying to decide what the f**k to do. Charging into the fray on foot was pointless—she’d be killed in a heartbeat. She had no weapons, no pro
