Wyvern Protection Unit - Chapter 46: Chapter 46

Glowing red eyes shone from the strips of ancient muslin that held the thing intact. It opened its jaws wide, revealing two-foot long fangs, and screeched loudly before advancing where Kimberley had been bound—only she wasn’t Kim anymore.
Her body had been broken. Torn apart by something wonderful and magical. Something he was not sure was even possible. But it was. Clearly, it was. Even now, her limbs were reknitting itself in the shape of something wondrous and beautiful.
He'd had his suspicions all along, but this was not how he’d expected to find out. His sweet mate tried standing, but she was unused to her new body. Before he could make it to her, she yelped, falling off the stone altar, and missing the sudden strike of Ureus’ huge fangs.
Thank fuck.
“Kim! Run!” roared Larimar.
With his next heartbeat, he traded skin for scales, pushing his mate’s new furry form out of the way as gently as he could.
His Wyvern loosed a stream of flame towards Ureus and the demigod reared back. Apparently, mummies didn’t like fire. Whatever the reason, he’d take it. Larimar roared flames at the monster again and again, Jasper joining him in the fight.
The screech of a familiar Great-Horned Owl reached his ears, and he recognized Jennifer had come to help.
Good. Reinforcements are here!
He’d been torn between attacking the creature and guarding his mate against the Necromancer, who wasn’t retreating quickly enough.
“I wanted your skin for my binding, but fur will do. Bring the bitch here,” he commanded more wraiths, and Larimar turned to snap his jaws at him.
Unfortunately, that distraction allowed mummy-snake Ureus to whip his tail and knock Larimar down, causing his sixteen-ton Wyvern to fall ass over teakettle.
Bleeding and bruised, he battled through the pain, hardly felt it. Kimberley was currently circling the stone table nimbly on her paws, avoiding the athame that was whizzing through the air, controlled by the Necromancer.
Shit.
Kim was unused to her new body, and Larimar's brothers were busy fighting corpses and specters. He couldn’t fight the snake and that fucker at the same time. The zombie army of dead animals was never ending. How many corpses were in that fucking building, anyway?
Too fucking many.
Jennifer was currently helping Zircon out of a pretty tight spot with two large lions and a pretty pissed looking prehistoric silverback with giant razor like fangs.
“I will take on Ureus, my friend. You save your woman,” someone said from beside him.
Larimar turned to see a familiar and unexpected face standing next to him. Dressed in a small white skirt with a stick in his hand, Larimar wondered if Medjed knew what he was doing.
“Your thoughts are clear. Larimar the Wyvern Shifter, but I feel I must inform you this is a shendyt not a skirt, and yes, before you ask, I am wearing my frooty-looms underneath that Jennifer bought for me. However, they are tight around my phallus.”
For fuck’s sake, stop talking about your dick, thought Larimar as he dodged the snake’s tail for the second time and turned to see Kimberley crawl under the table.
“I see you can’t stand the competition,” Medjed incorrectly stated. “Do not worry. I am sure you are of adequate size and girth for your mate. Now, as for this stick, it is my trusted spear blessed by Osiris himself. I will send Ureus back to the pit where he belongs. Go. This is my fight now.”
Larimar rolled his Wyvern’s eyes. This was not the time or place to debate penis size, but he would take the chance to go to Kim. First, he had a bastard to kill.
The Necromancer was closing in on Kimberley. Unused to her new shape—something he could not wait to discuss with her—she whimpered and yelped, ducking the athame time and again.
“Necromancer!” Larimar yelled, back in his skin once more.
He’d been using his telepathic ability to send messages and hoped like hell they were being received.
“Get away from her,” he growled.
“Ha! You think because you know what I am you have power over me? Fool! I will have both your skins in the end,” he said and began to chant.
Larimar. What is happening to me?
Kimberley’s thoughts were back inside his brain, and he was so damn happy to hear from her. She ran to him on wobbly paws, and he petted her between the ears, pushing her slightly behind him.
No time now to discuss, Kim. Do you trust me?
Do you have to ask?
He nodded once, humbled by her trust. He placed a hand on her head and closed his eyes, reaching out with his mind. The Necromancer was calling on the ghosts in the vicinity—every whisper of a spirit, every hint of a specter. He was weaving Dark Magic to bind them against their will, to control them and use them for harm.
Larimar was so not going to allow that. He worked hard and fast to undo the man’s evil. He sent his own messages out through his telepathic bonds, urging the spirits to take their freedom.
He encouraged them to think, to release themselves from this plane and to move on. Without them to fuel his Magic, the Necromancer had no power.
“What is happening? What are you doing?” the man screamed.
Leave this place. It is not where you belong. Pass on to the next reality. Your journey here is over. Do not be used as a puppet. Go now. Be at peace.
Larimar’s message was loud and clear. Some of the spirits were too weak and confused, too vague to understand, but the others, the stronger, they were all too willing to leave.
Even the dead knew when they did not belong. This was not the right place for them and with a little help, he bade them to let go. As for the animal wraiths, theirs were a bit harder since they did not understand his words.
For that, he used his Wyvern. Larimar growled and roared. The Necromancer worked desperately to keep hold. His chanting increased in volume. The Magician struggled as he tried to distract them with a mini tornado. Wind and debris whipped wildly around Larimar and his mate, but he never let go of her and he kept his focus.
I can sense your brothers, but I can’t see them.
Kim’s thought entered his head clear above the rising wind. He patted her head and shoved her behind him. He needed to be prepared for a frontal attack.
Get ready to run, Kim.
No. I am not leaving you. I think I know what I am now. I can help.
She was the most precious thing to him. He hated putting her in danger, but he knew her well enough to know she was not going anywhere. The storm created by the Necromancer raged on, and only the altar sat between them.
The Dark Witch clutched his book and the thing seemed to move and moan in his hands. What the fuck? Kim was right. It was human skin. And worse, there were spirits trapped in the binding and inside the pages. Suddenly, he knew what he had to do.
“You are pretty good with your mind, but you will not win. I am stronger than you,” sneered the Necromancer.
“That book is your strength. I wonder what would happen if you didn’t have it,” Larimar said and sucked in a breath.
It would be tricky in the vacuum of the tornado the Witch had created. Larimar was not like his brother. His flame was not that accurate, but he had to try. Kim barked, leaning into him and he took that for her assent. Then he opened his mouth.
“No, no!” screamed the Necromancer as Larimar loosed a stream of fire, burning his evil tome to ash.
The swirling vortex fell as did the Necromancer, and Larimar realized it was his own spirit bound to those pages. The man had been dead a long time.
His body burned along with the book, and soon Larimar’s flame was joined by Jasper’s. He heard the others shout and rejoice, but he ignored them until all that remained was scorched bit of ash on the stone floor.
Then, he turned and kneeled beside Kimberley’s furry form. Her Wolf was beautiful, all gray with white tipped ears and tail. It was no coincidence his fate was linked to a rare and powerful creature like her. Suddenly, her fur receded and she was sobbing, naked in his arms.
“I thought I lost you,” she whispered.
“Never, mate,” he growled, kissing and squeezing his mate to him.
His heart pounded and thunder roared in his ears. She was with him once again. She was safe and whole, and that was all that mattered.
Mine. Mate.
A few hours later…
“We went over this ten times,” Jennifer yelled at the top of her lungs.
She was wearing a sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants that were seemingly too large for her. Agent Sanchez had arrived, and the scene was being processed. But Jennifer wasn’t yelling at the infamous DPCA Agent.
Nope.
Her fury was for one person only.
Poor baby bro.
Larimar shook his head, looking up when Kimberley joined him in her own pair of nondescript gray sweats.
Who? What?
Kimberley looked at him and he smiled and kissed her forehead. Their telepathic connection was wide open, and he loved their ability to communicate this way. He nodded at where Jennifer was reaming his brother.
“Just pick the corpse up and put it on the stretcher,” she commanded.
Zircon grabbed one end and Heliodore grabbed the other of the prehistoric gorilla they had fought and sliced open from groin to throat and lifted it high on the stretcher, only they misjudged the angle.
Without meaning too, the brothers accidentally sorta kind dumped a pile of stinking, rotting guts right on top of their handler’s always neat head.
“Aghhhh!” she shouted, then wisely closed her mouth.
“Oh shit,” Heliodore said as he and Zircon put the stretcher back down.
“Jenn? I am so sorry,” his youngest brother began.
But it was too late for them. She’d already started her shift and a minute later both men were running from the talons of a seriously pissed off Great Horned Owl Shifter.
“Serves them right,” Kimberley said, leaning on Larimar.
He would never tire of the feel of his woman in his arms. She was the perfect mate, and this new side to her was something he looked forward to learning with her.
“Miss Scott?” Agent Sanchez called and Kimberley grabbed Larimar’s hand before she began walking towards the agent.
“Yes, Agent Sanchez?”
“I wanted to thank you personally for volunteering to oversee the translation of the Emerald Tablet. We will be sending you copies piece by piece, out of order, so that anyone intercepting will not know what they are getting. Ms. Dylluan will see to it, well, when she is done kicking your brothers’ asses,” he said, smirking as he addressed that last bit to Larimar.
“No problem. I kind of like the idea of working as a consultant for the government.”
“Great. We will do what we can to help get your career back,” he began.
“I would definitely like my reputation to be repaired, but as for careers and the future, well, I think I have a new one now,” she growled.
She turned her head, jade green eyes glowing with her newly found Wolfish side, and she smiled at Larimar. Fuck, his knees went weak.
Sexy woman. Powerful Dire she-Wolf.
“I guess congratulations are in order then. So, how did you Wolf out, anyway?” Agent Sanchez asked.
“I believe my claiming bite sent a signal to the dormant Dire Wolf inside of her,” Larimar explained once Kimberley gave him the go ahead through their connection.
“You see, I was adopted. My biological mother named me and dropped me off, and I was raised by wonderful people, but I never wanted to know why I was given up, so I never bothered to look,” she said.
“The pull of fated mates is strong, but Kim’s ready acceptance was unique from the stories I have heard about Shifters and normals. I suspected then she was more than what she seemed,” Larimar stated proudly.
“It was like I knew he was mine,” Kim said. I guess that was my Wolf.”
“That is amazing. I’m thrilled for you both,” Agent Sanchez said and shook his hand. “Take care of her, Wessex. Miss Scott is a very special woman.”
“That she is, and I plan to take very good care of her.”