Unseen Scene—Book Three, Chapter Six (Morgan PoV) (Patreon)

Adrenaline pumps through Morgan. It burns through her veins with as much force as her fury. Her hands are clenched at her sides, wanting to force her way through the barrier before them but knowing it’s no use.

Being denied her target when she’s so close is almost agony.

At least, that’s what Morgan thought was agony until the Anunnaki says his next words.

“Your attempts to save the human are admirable, but they are pointless.”

Morgan stiffens at the sudden realization that he may be right. For all their power and might, the vampires are still standing useless. This asshole could easily ignore their rescue attempts with a single flick and go after [Name].

And they’d be taken.

Lost to her.

And that’s when true agony at that thought sets in.

Morgan’s chest almost collapses in on itself. Without even realizing why, she turns to look at [Name] across the clearing. Their sight, their scent, their presence is something she’s come to rely on without knowing when it happened.

She sneers, almost more at herself than anyone else. Why did she have to come to need someone that so many others are determined to take?

It doesn’t matter now. All that matters is she can’t let it happen.

Her gaze snaps back to the birdman as she shifts slightly closer to the barrier. It’s an odd sensation, less like a physical force and more something the prickles at the back of her skull. As she moves even closer, the prickling turns to tiny needles which stab into her mind until her vision begins to waver.

The sensation is excruciating.

But nowhere near as excruciating as the thought of this birdman getting to [Name].

Morgan throws out a fist to barrier, and a burst of magical energy wallops her in the torso.

She can feel her body spin the air for the briefest second before she crashes back down onto the earth.

Pain splits a cavern through her body, awash with a river of blood she can feel pour through her throat. She swallows it back as she breathes through it. Her vision is darkened with only stabs of light adding some clarity as she tries but fails to push herself up.

“Morgan!” It’s not her name that makes her body react so eagerly, but the voice which yells it.

[Name] needs her.

She bites back a growl of pain and manages to force her head up, cursing the impact which still has her vision foggy. But it doesn’t matter whether she can see clearly or not, she can sense [Name], even from this distance.

Voices wash over her, but she can’t quite make them out, and her battered body still refuses to move. All she can do is shake her head and clear her vision enough to see what’s happening.

And she quickly wishes she hadn’t.

The Anunnaki has advanced on [Name], neither moving for a long moment, until [Name] shoves their hands out towards him.

“No…” It’s the only word that can wobble out of Morgan’s throat as she sees flashes of [Name]’s body cracked and crumpled on the other side of the grove.

But those images never materialize. Instead, the birdman actually staggers backwards, tripping over a root with a look of shocked confusion—which probably matches the look on everyone’s faces in the clearing right now.

Except Morgan. She flops back down, resting her forehead onto the dried grass, sucking in a breath that’s tinged with the comforting smell of earth.

Why she doubted that [Name] had even more tricks up their sleeve, she’s not sure. Of all the humans she’s ever met, they certainly have the biggest sleeves with the most tricks.

Relief spreads through the tension in her body, finally allowing her healing to kick in fully and set about repairing the fractures and tears she can feel acutely in every muscle.

But her pain matters little, only that [Name] is still there. Still with her.