A Cursed Embrace

him I’d be willing to share him with Barbara. But my tigress managed to hang on to our self-respect. She knew, like I did, that I wanted and deserved more.

My hands trembled badly. It took me several tries to push the key into the ignition and I almost broke the key in the process. I peeled away, raw emotion stirring every nerve in my body.

“Damn. That sucked.” Bren drummed his hand against the armrest. “I mean, it was like a scene right out of Titanic.”

I gripped the steering wheel firmly and tried to focus ahead. A loud crushing sound caused me to glance in the rearview mirror. The lump in my throat grew tighter. Aric stood next to a cracked granite pillar, blood spilling from his knuckles. Yet instead of staring at the destruction, his gaze fixed on my car.

“Oh, shit!” Bren said, looking back. “I hope that was just decorative. You know what, Ceel? I think Aric loves you.”

I tried to stifle a sob. Shayna reached around the front to tug Bren’s arm. “Dude, knock it off. You’re making her feel worse.” Her voice softened to plead with me. “Ceel, please don’t cry. It’s going to be all right, I know it is. Hang in there, tiger.”

I took a few calming breaths, but I couldn’t stop shaking. The road blurred in front of me, and I felt the car swerve off the road. Bren grabbed the wheel and jerked it to the left. I took it back and yanked it away from him. “Celia. Stop the car.”

“No,” I growled at him.

“Damn it, you almost hit a fountain. Stop the car now!”

My foot stomped on the brake. I glared at him when he came around the driver’s side.

“Get out. You’re in no condition to drive.”

I didn’t move. My eyes closed and reached into my inner beast. She alone had kept us safe when we found the bleeding corpses of our beloved mother and father. She had been my strength through our terrifying abuse. She kept us functioning when Ana Lisa’s body failed her. She would help me survive without Aric. Because as much as we hurt, and as much as our loneliness threatened to smother us, we refused to lie down and die.

When my eyes open, Bren frowned back at me, more with worry than the anger he’d held moments before. “My world is shit, Bren. Get back in the car, and allow me some control.”

Shayna stepped out of the car and placed her hand on Bren’s arm. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Please, dude. Just let her drive.”

Bren leaned toward me. I thought at first to haul my ass out. I tightened my hold on the steering wheel hard enough to bend it. Bren surprised me by kissing my cheek. “You’re going to be okay, kid.”

I couldn’t sniff lies. Yet I knew Bren didn’t believe his own words. He ambled around the car, his head lower than usual. The moment he buckled in, I sped off, probably a little too fast. Taran and Emme idled at the gate. Taran rolled down the window when she saw me. “You all right?”

I nodded.

She scowled. “Forget him, Celia. Time to get the hell out of Wolf Central.”

The more I drove down the snaking road, the more I felt my control breaking away. My tigress was strong, but even she would need time to cope without Aric’s wolf. I angled the car to the side, ready to let Bren drive, when a frigid cold struck my body all at once.

Hordes of demon children swept down from the sky and surrounded us. The biggest one I’d ever seen landed on Taran’s sedan and tore into the roof. She slammed down on the accelerator and tried to shake it, but the creature dug his back claws into the metal and continued its rampage, peeling the exterior like layers of foil.

Bren scrambled out the window. “Get me close!”

I remained at least ten feet away when Bren propelled himself off my hood. He changed midjump and tackled the creature. They toppled off the car and into the thick underbrush. I couldn’t see what happened next. All I heard were Bren’s growls as he fought and my sisters screaming for him.

Two others landed on Taran’s roof and finished breaking through. She jerked the car right and left, and back again, barely keeping the car from veering off the jutted road. I thought her maneuvers would knock them off, but when they started grabbing for my sisters, I was forced to articulate the unthinkable.

“Shayna, drive!”

Shayna climbed to the front and smoothly took over as I crept out. I leapt onto Taran’s mangled car and flung the closest demon against a large tree trunk. It exploded like a pinata, spraying the car behind me.

I went after the other as it pulled Emme, shrieking, out of the damaged roof. I tore off his wings before he could take flight, then jumped on his back and ripped off his head. The demon’s claws abruptly released Emme. I barely managed to grab on to the side of the car and catch her before she toppled onto the road.

Hell must have frozen over because in the distance Bren called for the pack. Farther away, a wolf answered his howl, then another, and another.

My glance shot toward Bren’s call. More demons swooped down from the sky, all large, all strong, all hungry. Drool glistened their yellow fangs, red irises fired with gluttony. Their numbers so vast, their wings and bodies collided against one another as they barreled toward us.

I shoved Emme through the window. “Taran, go. They’re coming, Taran. They’re coming!”

Emme was halfway in when a demon swept down and dug his clawed feet into my shoulders. The stabbing pain rippled across the length of my arms in agonizing spasms. I pushed Emme through before he took flight, thrashing violently, but the demon wouldn’t let me go. He drove his claws deeper into my skin, impeding my movements.

My feet slapped along the treetops when a bolt of lightning sizzled past me and struck the demon. It dropped me in a combustion of limbs. The world spun as my body plummeted to the ground. Emme tried to catch me with her force, but my weight and speed seemed too much for her. I landed hard on my stomach, losing the air in my lungs in one, long, painful exhale.

Sharp stones and pieces of broken branches pierced into my flesh. I struggled to regain my breath, frantically searching for my family. Taran’s car remained lodged between two trees. My car angled next to hers. Chunks of demon parts slithered out from beneath the tires from where Shayna had crashed into them.

My sisters stood in the middle of the road, fighting for their lives. Taran blasted everything she could with her fire, her hair whipping in the breeze as she reeled to face the advancing scourge. Emme launched a hailstorm of jagged stones, puncturing through their chests and slashing through their scaled hides. Shayna had transformed the car antenna into a rapier and sliced off heads and limbs. But there were too many of them, and not enough of us.

Deep within the forest, the pounding of massive paws against the earth announced the wolves’ approach. I growled with frustration. They were still far away. No way would they reach us in time.

I forced myself to stand, only to stagger backward when the strong aroma of vampire reached my nose. They stalked through the trees armed with rifles and dressed in tattered clothing. “Oh my God,” I gasped. They’re not the ones on our side.

My fear turned into panic when a redheaded vamp lifted the barrel and pointed it at Emme. I ran toward her as fast as I could, yelling her name. Another vamp saw me coming and shot me in the collarbone. The force knocked me against the graveled dirt. I roared in agony. I’d never been shot before; the pain was unbearable.

I wrenched myself to my feet. Another bullet struck me in my thigh. Horrible burning spread, but it was quickly replaced by a strange numbness. My limbs failed me, and my breathing slowed. From the hard ground, I watched the same vamp fire at Shayna.

Shayna fell limp and unmoving. The vampire who shot her approached, laughing. He cocked the rifle and aimed for her head, but he never got the chance to shoot.

Bren sprinted out of the trees and tore the vamp’s head off in one ferocious bite. He continued his vicious killing spree while I tried in vain to change. My tigress failed to respond. She tumbled deep within me, clawing with the need to hang on. Tears burned my eyes as the strength of her power receded. She left me. My God, she left me.

My muscles turned flaccid and weak, except I couldn’t understand why. It was more than just blood loss and