Declan tensed, feeling Anastasia's pain shoot through him as if he had taken the blow. Daring to look down, his heart thudded. Luthur had her pinned on her back, his fangs hanging, ready to sink into her flesh. Something stabbed through his left wing. The tissue sizzled and burned. Declan kicked back his head and roared as silver bullets burned and scorched his flesh.
Swirling his tail, he let it fly toward his attacker. The tip pierced the vampire in the head. Ripped from the body, the head rolled like a bowling ball across the floor.
When Declan glanced back up, two more soldiers had taken the fallen's place. He huffed out his nostrils. They wouldn't last long like this. Either of them. He glanced down, seeing that Anastasia had managed to wrestle free of Luthur's hold. His eyes zeroe
