Grappling a rogue by its neck and snapping it, Liam looked around. Nicole was missing again.
They had destroyed a couple of magic spots, slitting the throats of all the witches who manned them, and he could feel the disgusting dark magic easing up, but where was his mate?
The battlefield raged around Liam, chaos and danger swirling in every direction. His focus wavered as he desperately searched for Nicole amidst the turmoil, his heart pounding in his chest. The urgency to find her consumed him, clouding his judgment and leaving him vulnerable.
“Liam! Get your head in the game!” James’ voice boomed, cutting through the cacophony of battle. Startled, Liam turned to James, his eyes narrowing in frustration.
“I’m trying, James. I just… I need to find Nicole. She’s out there somewhere,” Liam replied, his voice strained with worry.
James gripped Liam’s arm firmly, his expression stern. “We will find her, but you can’t let your emotions get the best of you. We need you focused on the fight. Stay alive, and protect the pack. Nicole can handle herself.”
Liam’s jaw tightened, his grip on his weapon tightened as well. He knew James was right, but the fear and love he felt for Nicole threatened to overwhelm him. He took a deep breath, steeling himself against the distraction, and nodded in agreement.
As they fought side by side, the clash of steel against steel and the roar of their adversaries filled the air. The enemy seemed relentless, waves upon waves of rogue werewolves and malevolent witches converging on their position.