Her immortal desire #seqeul to her fiery desire

Chapter 4

Fraya

No, no, no…

The word repeats over and over in my head as I start running, pushing everyone out of my way. I felt it, felt the rift opening into this world without even seeing it. I want to curse Alexander for not training, because if he had, he would’ve been able to feel it as well by making his own shield over the mountain. If he had trained, we would’ve been more prepared for this very moment.

As I run for my children, I scream their names, hoping they aren’t close to the Fae that has crossed into our world. I follow their scents wondering why everyone is standing there, looking confused and not helping me. “Evangeline! Marvin!” I scream at the top of my lungs until I hear it, in the distance, a faint cry. Fear squeezed my heart at the small child’s cry, at the far end of the garden. How did she get so far away? Another cry meets my ears, but this time from the other side of the garden and I realize that they have already been taken and they are separating them, making sure that Alexander and I will be split apart. How the f**k did this happen? They were right there, in front of dozens of fully grown shifters. How did they move so fast and take them before anyone even realized what was happening?

“Get  Marvin!” I shout to Alexander behind me, not caring that we are doing exactly what the Fae expect us to do, somehow knowing that we are weaker apart. I refuse to lose either of my children to those bastards! The sound of others running behind us, finally realizing what is going on, is thundering behind me, but they are too far away and I know if I stop running to wait for help, there will be no hope of ever getting to my daughter on time.

I push myself to run harder, faster, fear for my baby girl making it hard to breathe but also makes me run faster than I have ever ran in my life. In my pure panic, it takes me a minute too long to realize that there is only one rift opened and that Marvin was taken away from it while Evangeline is being taken towards it. I close my eyes as I keep running, imagining that rift between worlds, feeling through the shield I had placed over the mountain to alert me when an enemy crosses into our territory, trying to see exactly where they will be taking her. When I open my eyes again, I am right in front of the portal, staring at the male that has been haunting my son’s dreams waiting just on the other side of the portal, my daughter in his arms, a hallway filled with men dressed in some kind of armor behind them.

Anger and fear is at war inside me, but anger comes out the victor when I see blood running down her temple, her head laying on the male’s shoulder with her eyes closed. The only reason I don’t explode and let the anger consume me, is because I can still see her little chest move up and down at an even pace. “Let my daughter go!” I growl at him.

“Come and get her sweetheart.” He says while he lifts his hand to wipe at the blood from the cut on her head where they knocked her out.

“Don’t f*****g touch her!” I scream before I start towards the portal, but before I can reach it, five other males step out of the portal and in front of them, blocking my way into the portal.

“I would hurry if I were you, the rift won’t stay open for much longer.” Indeed the rift seemed to get smaller and smaller by the second and I knew I was running out of time. I reach for my daggers strapped to my legs and then attack the man closest to me, not giving him a chance to see how I move or what my weaknesses are. I call to my fire infusing it into the blades of my daggers at the same time I will the snow around each of their feet to become solid ice. The warrior’s eyes widen with surprise before a sneer takes over his face just as my dagger slices through his throat before he can even lift his sword to defend himself.

The four other males close in on me and it is my turn to be surprised that they were able to escape from the solid blocks of ice around their feet, but I don’t slow down. My dagger connects with the blade that was swung at my head and I duck, aiming for his legs with my other dagger. The male hisses in pain as my dagger cuts through his flesh. His blood drops to the white snow at his feet just before his knees hit the snow, my dagger already at his neck. The pain of another male’s sword cutting open my back, hardly registering and doesn’t slow me down for even a second. I spin around, already knowing where the next male will be by his scent and the soft vibrations of his big body moving in the snow. The dagger hits him right between the eyes leaving only two more males to get through to get to that portal that continues to close slowly.

A war cry from behind me distracts the two warriors in front of me and I use that distraction to my advantage, grabbing the sword of the one while I shove my dagger into his heart. Before the male can even hit the ground, I spin away and use the sword of the fallen male to cut off the head of the other. Drenched in the blood of the five males, I run to the portal, not even stopping to ask myself why the Fae bastard standing with my daughter still in his arms, has a smile of pride on his face, not questioning why he isn’t backing up in fear like any other sane being would’ve done at the sight of his fallen men. No, the only thing running through my mind over and over again, is getting to my daughter before that portal closes.

“Fraya!” I hear Alexander calling from behind me, but I don’t turn around as I step through the rift, my arms outstretched, ready to grab my daughter. The male turns around so fast and in a blink of an eye, he is in the back of the hallway, at least twenty warriors between us, the rift nearly closed next to me. I know I won’t be able to get to him before the rift is closed, now I will have to find a way to open another rift, another way home. I spare a second, just one second to look at Alexander, my husband, my mate, running towards me, screaming my name, our son perfectly safe in his arms. Just one second and that is all it took.