Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 118

Rebecca

I crane my head to study the massive creature William has turned into, and fear grips hold of me. How am I supposed to calm down such a vile, demonic creature?! Those claws are large enough to kill a person, and I've seen the dragons in Game Of Thrones-Drogon's answer to his enemies was breathing fire!

My lips quiver, and my whole body turn into a paralyzed, sad sack of a human as I stare up at my mate.

"Good luck!" Stella shouts from what feels like miles away. "I will pray for you, Rebecca!"

Her teasing tone makes me growl. "How can you just leave me here?!"

She grins at me, teeth and everything. "William is your mate-reach him through the bond! Don't worry! He loves you! At least that's what I'm hoping for here!" Greta is waving with both her arms. "I believe in you!"

Even Kit is chiming in. "Hey, if you die... Can I get your room? Your bedroom is larger than mine."

"The f*****g audacity, Kit!" I growl back. "I'm not dead yet!"

All of them laugh, and I flare my nostrils before turning around to eye the battle before me. Evan is avoiding William's attacks while Raphael is throwing magic at William.

But none of those spells are working. They injure William, but his wounds heal up immediately. Those black scales spread like butter. It's happening way quicker than Raphael removes them. Is he immortal?

No.

My mate can't possibly be unkillable. It's just that the elements don't seem to bother him. Right?

"A little help?" Evan shouts at me while laughing. He is panting from teleporting around the field. His black hair falls over a sweaty forehead, and he sounds out of breath. "Uhh..." I look around the field. "What should I do?"

Raphael is rising shields of magic while laughing. His blonde hair is hanging into his face in strips. Bulging biceps caught in a sheen of sweat as he throws spell after spell at my mate.

"I'm not sure. How about trying to calm William down by shouting at him? I'm not sure how long we can fight him. It might not look like it, but... We are actually TRYING to kill him right now."

I narrow my eyes as I run toward them. "What do you mean you're trying to kill William?!"

Evan snorts in amusement. "We don't want him to die! But we have to fight at our full power, and not even that seems to go very far-William is too powerful!"

Raphael avoids William's claws by the skin of his teeth. "Holy s**t! You have to do something about this fast, Rebecca! Those claws are huge! If he adds a little speed, I will die the next time he uses them!" "I will get to it!" I shout. "I just need to get closer!"

I say that, but what am I doing running directly at a creature larger than my freaking house?!

Not that it can be helped, I got to do this!

I pick up my pace, only to shriek.

My eyes widen when I almost lose balance and fall down in the tall grass. I'm such a clutz and s**t. What am I even supposed to do? How do I get William's attention?!

He is breathing fire over the field and screeching at Raphael. His fuzzy tail swooshes around, and those feathered wings spread as he unleashes dark flames again. "s**t!" Raphael swears when he gets hit by the flames. He immediately summons water to quench the blaze, but William opens his mouth to breathe fire again. "William!" I shout. "William, you i***t! That's your dad!"

No answer.

William is headed for Raphael, who is panting on the ground. His leg appears injured, and I see the fear mirrored in his eyes as his demonic son sets course for him. I have to do something!

Adrenaline slouches around in my veins.

Think, think, think!

I pick myself up and run towards the wolf dragon. "William, stop this! You have to regain control of yourself! William!"

Evan comes through a portal to save Raphael from the flames but finds himself unable to teleport them away. Perhaps he is out of magic juice, which William hasn't missed. Those eyes glow in orange. His vast jaws open to summon more flames, and that's when I stop in my tracks and shut my eyes.

"WILLIAM, STOP!" I yell at the top of my lungs. My arms are pinned to my sides, and I bend forward to inhale air. "STOP FIGHTING YOUR DADS-THEY ARE NOT THE ENEMY!" Shockingly, the fire never comes. I look ahead, and William closes his mouth, shocked by my voice.

His orange eyes meet mine, and I'm immediately paralyzed. I had planned to run up to him-now, when he is facing me, I'm questioning my idea of approaching him. His eyes close from the bottom up, like those belonging to a reptile, and his body is immense. He is enormous and, to top it off, also insanely muscular and scary. Once his attention fully settles on me, I feel my courageousness wither, and I take a step back, heart pounding fast.

The ground quakes as William tilts his head, chuffing in this odd dragon-like way as he nears me. I hold my breath as he lowers his head like a dog sniffing the ground.

There is nowhere to hide, and his colossal nose is suddenly inches from my chest. His eyes glow brighter, and slowly, the massive creature lies down on the ground with careful movements. I hand him a tentative smile. "Hey, big guy."

William's tail swooshes around like he is happy to see me, and laughter bubbles up in my throat when he licks my face. That tongue is enormous and pushes me away a couple of inches. "Okay, okay! I get it! You love me!"

I laugh some more and hug his muzzle. I can't wrap my arms all the way around it, but it's relieving regardless. William is calm, and everything is fine, except that the field is entirely burnt. I turn around to face Stella, smiling at first, but it falters when I hear the sound of howls in the distance. It doesn't belong to William's pack, and even Stella looks around worriedly.

"It's the Snowmoon pack," Stella shouts. She is walking closer, daring to hand her son a concerned smile. "We should get the hell out here. You know that they outnumber us."

I arch an eyebrow. "No offense, but how will that werewolf pack defeat us with William like this?"

My answer comes in the form of a screech, and I look towards the skies, noticing a creature almost identical to William-only this one white and angelic.

Stella finds my gaze. "The Saint family are angel werewolves, and their blood runs thick and strong. That dragon in the sky? That's Nathaniel Saint's fourteen-year-old son-Leo." I stare at her. "That thing up there is a child?!"

"Yes, so I wish to avoid a battle here tonight. We couldn't possibly hurt a little child-"

The words die on her tongue as white flames come down from the sky and head straight for us. William shelters us by lifting his wings but screams in agony since those flames hurt him. William begins to stand up, but I grab hold of his mane, trying to calm him down. It doesn't work. I'm hoisted up from the ground and land on his back as William spreads his wings. Three seconds later, we are off the ground. I shriek and dig my hands into William's dark fur, holding on for dear life.

"I don't like this, William!" I shout while the winds blow into my face, fanning my white hair around me. "We shouldn't be fighting a kid!"

William's response comes in through telepathy. 'And what else am I supposed to do?! He is attacking us! I have to respond, or I will die to those flames! They hurt me!' "s**t, you're right!" I duck my head and hug whatever of his hair I can grab when William avoids a blast of fire. There are scales underneath me, but he has a fluffy mane. 'Try to hold on. I will shake the white wolf dragon off!'

I repress the urge to puke when we gain altitude. My stomach drops, and I hold on to William as tightly as possible. Terrified of falling down and dying from the impact of the ground.

My heart slams against my ribcage, and I scream when another blast of fire comes from another direction. William lifts his wings, saving me from the explosion.

I cough at the smoke, widening my eyes at the second white dragon screeching at us. "Why the heck are there two of them right now?! Where did that one come from?!"

'That would be the currently alpha-Nathaniel Saint. And this is the reason you don't want to mess with the Snowmoon pack. They are hybrids, just like me!

Suddenly, a melodic, loud voice washes over the skies as we hover in the air. It sounds powerful and calm.

GIVE UP NOW, AND YOUR PACK MEMBERS WON'T BE HURT. WE WANT YOU AND YOUR PREGNANT MATE, DEMON.

I shudder, and William does the same. He doesn't communicate through a loud voice but speaks telepathically. I can hear him inside my head, and so must the enemy. 'And what would you do to us if we came peacefully?'

THE BABY ISN'T NATURAL. IT HAS TO DIE, AND SO DOES THE WOMAN FOR MATING WITH A DEMON!

William hisses and screeches. 'I will NEVER let you hurt my mate or future child! NEVER!'

THEN PREPARE TO DIE!

White flames are thrown at us, and I scream as William dives toward the ground to escape from it.

He doesn't manage to fly fast enough and is hit by it. It sends us both crashing toward the ground, and while I safely land since I'm on top of him, William hits the dirt hard.

A pained rumble leaves his lips, and I jump down from his back to get closer to his face. "William!"

Behind us, the two wolf dragons have landed on the ground. The larger one is opening its mouth, summoning flames.

ITS OVER.