SELENA
Perfect. Absolutely perfect. For all the attention being on Ash's lame-ass breakdown, for his bastard mates to be distracted by that despair c***k-in-his-armour, I'd set my attack team up perfectly. Experience had long taught me that the most favorable moment to strike was when your enemy thought the battle already won.
“Go,” I hissed at my commander and we charged in unison.
My crew mates were King Jubril’s cream of the crop—shifters who could bend reality, men and women whose strength in battle had been seasoned over decades of fighting without the restrictions of a body. Unleashed against those spent guards, the compadres having just exhausted themselves in casting this wall we were now attacking, went through like a hot knife through butter.
"Lena!" I shouted, forcing my voi
