Eira's POV
I didn't want them to fight. But I was just a nobody to stop them.
In the past, and even now, one thing that didn't change was the bond between these five. Despite not having the same blood, they were far better than real brothers.
And in my heart, I preferred them just like that. Even Alice would have wanted them to be the same.
Soon the air around us turned chaotic as the two supernaturals fought at the speed of wind—too fast for my eyes. In a moment, I could see them in one place, but in the blink of an eye with a gust of wind they would appear somewhere else.
"Damn! What a punch. I'm sure it shook at least one of Lucian's teeth. Oh, damn the kick—Roman's gonna puke what he ate. Whoa, that was the best move…" Rafe continued to mumble.
But I could see nothing at all; it was happening at a speed that I couldn't follow. All I could feel and see was the strong gust of wind that ruffled the grass and leaves on the ground.
