Chapter 281-290

The Broken Warriors Daughter Chapter 281-The blast threw everyone into the air and off their feet. When | get my senses back, | realize two things. Angel is unconscious on top of me, and | hear a keening sound in the distance that makes my heart hurt.

I sit up, holding Angel in my arms, looking around. There are fae warriors and werewolves around me, shaking their heads trying to figure out what happened, just like | am. | follow the sound of the keening and realize it’s Cara. She’s holding her father’s lifeless body in her arms, rocking him back and forth.

Oh no. Please tell me Clint isn’t dead. | see Rik, picking himself up off the ground, going to Cara. He pulls her into his arms and begins rocking her, trying to comfort her. | know the sound a person makes when they lose someone they love. That’s the sound that Cara is making now. It’s the sound of your heart breaking into a million pieces. | know that Clint is dead, and Cara’s heart is broken. What | thought was a bomb going off must have been a power surge from Cara, her emotions too strong to contain when she realized Clint was gone.

| look down at my sweet Angel. She must have felt it before anyone else and she jumped in front of me. She protected me, even though | asked her not to. Her back is in shreds, but she’s alive and | know | need to get her to the pack hospital.

| look around. It feels like the entire canyon was on fire with all the ash in the air. Cara’s power wiped out the remaining vampires. As | look around, many warriors on our side are getting up but on the other side, where Angel wasn’t able to block Cara’s aura, many wolves are unconscious. I’m hoping because they are part of Cara’s pack, that there is some level of protection offered them.

As | watch, | see Anders walking over to Clint’s body. He falls to his knees beside his lifelong friend, pulling his dead body to his chest. | can see his body convulsing with his grief from here.

I stand, holding Angel in my arms. | look at Rik and he makes eye contact with me. The battle is won, but our mates need us. | nod and turn, running back to my pack lands.