Luka's POV
I take off shortly after leaving Autumn in the graveyard. Luan's filled with rage. I shift, ripping off my clothes. He does the pleasure of ripping our enemies apart, once we get to the war front, with ease. In no time, everywhere is a mess, with fallen warriors here and there. I ram my head into the shoulder of a particular wolf. It helps, as its head makes contact with a rock, and doesn't get up again. Ha. Pathetic. We've been at it for some time now, but it seems like they have waves of reinforcements coming each minute.
I haven't set my eyes on Harry or Ben.
“Leave my father and Ben to me," I say using the mind link. “They're mine". They grunt in response as they continue with the task at hand. Another wave of reinforcements comes in, and I see vampires and witches amon
