Goddess Of The Underworld (Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

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Noah was a force of nature, his long strides eating up the yard as he gathered more pups into his arms. The youngest, Henry, clung to him, little fingers curled in his shirt, their wide eyes locked on the nightmare unfolding around them. He shoved through the orphanage door, barking orders for Nanna to take them deeper inside, then spun back toward the fight without hesitation. Layah was already a streak of black and flame, tearing into the nearest rogue. Her jaws locked around its neck, snapping with a sound

that cut through the chaos. She tossed the limp body aside before charging the next.. Levi and Haiden burst out, moving with deadly precision. Levi snatched up two trembling boys,

hauling them toward the door, while Haiden threw himself between a young girl and a lunging wolf, catching the rogue mid–air and driving it into the dirt. I kept Elliot and

Macey behind me, my magic lashing out in bursts to push back anything that got too

close. But they were everywhere, fast, unpredictable, coming from every angle. The circle

tightened, shadows shifting as fur and teeth darted in and out of reach. Too many. Too

close.

My heart stuttered when I realized the next lunge would be too fast for me to block both kids, and then Elliot stepped forward. The air around him went still, unnaturally still. The shadows stretched toward. His eyes blazed white, and when the first rogue closed the gap, he reached out and pulled. Its soul ripped free in a twisting wail, vanishing into him like smoke into wind. The rogue’s body collapsed, and Elliot turned on the next without hesitation. One by one, the snarls turned to silence as he drained them, leaving nothing but still forms in his wake. When it was over, he stood breathing hard, the last traces of shadow retreating into his small frame. His gaze darted instantly to Macey, worry flickering across his face.

“I… I didn’t scare you, did I?” His voice was soft, almost afraid. “I didn’t want-”

“You’re my hero!” she interrupted, her eyes wide not with fear, but with awe. She launched herself at him, nearly knocking him over as she wrapped her arms tight around

his neck.

He froze for a second, then hugged her back just as fiercely, his face buried in her hair, and in that moment, despite the bodies around us, despite the adrenaline still thrumming in my veins, I knew this was a turning point. He was going to learn one way or another that it didn’t matter what he was; he was family, he is loved, and he is fucking special.

The courtyard was eerily quiet now, broken only by the sound of panting, mine, my mates,

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even some of the kids who had run until they couldn’t anymore. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air. Haiden moved first, scooping up a small girl who had been frozen against the fence and carrying her toward the orphanage doors. Levi was right behind him, gently herding two older boys inside. Noah stayed near the doorway, scanning the yard to make sure nothing had been missed. I guided Macey and Elliot toward the steps, my hands steady on their shoulders even though my own pulse was still racing. Layah trotted alongside us in hellhound form, her dark fur flecked with ash and blood. Inside, the caretakers bustled about, gathering the children in the common room. Blankets appeared from nowhere, cups of warm tea were pressed into trembling hands. The scent of cinnamon biscuits drifted faintly from the kitchen, an anchor in the chaos. Elliot stayed close to Macey’s side, but I could feel it, the tightness in him. The way his gaze kept dropping to his hands as if they might still hold some of what he’d taken.

I knelt in front of him, resting my hands lightly on his shoulders. “Hey. Look at me.”

He did, reluctantly.

“You didn’t.” I brushed a strand of silver hair back from his face. “You did what had to be

Haiden crouched low, meeting his eyes. “You’re one of us, kid. Always will be. Powers or no powers, wolf or no wolf, you’re family.”

Something in Elliot’s expression eased at that, and he finally let himself lean into Macey’s side, her small hand still wrapped in his. The door banged open, and heavy footsteps pounded through the hall. Xavier and Tommy burst in, the scent of sweat and fresh blood clinging to them. Xavier’s eyes swept the room like a blade, searching for threats before locking on me. He crossed the space in seconds, his hands coming to my arms, his gaze fierce. “Are you hurt?”

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