Page 110 of Knight’s Dominion

Grace spun around as it stumbled forward again, and her heart leaped into her throat.

The knights were in their Kishi demon forms, clinging to the beast with their claws, trying to slash it with their swords, desperately trying to weaken it.

The creature shook like a wet dog, throwing the males clinging to it across the room. A blast of power filled the cavernous space, so strong Grace stumbled, and it lifted the hair on the back of her neck.

The huge male beside her growled out a curse, lips peeling back, eyes glowing red again as he scented the air.

Grace stared up at him. “What the hell was that?”

He ignored her, barking out an order to his pack. They stopped what they were doing immediately and closed in.

Her gaze flew back to Chaos as he flew at the beast again, wrapping himself around one of its thick necks. Laz was up next, Kryos right behind him, they ran back at it—

But hit the air around it like it was made of stone, their big bodies jarring to a halt. It was like an invisible wall had been lifted in front of them.

And Chaos was locked behind it, alone with the beast.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here, Warrick,” another male growled behind her.

All the hounds were in their human forms now, and the male beside her, Warrick, gave him a look that was utterly terrifying. “Stand your fucking ground.”

Grace had no idea what was going on. She didn’t care. Chaos was trying to fight that creature alone, tearing at its throat with his claws, biting into it with his fangs. But the beast was too strong and tossed him off again. Chaos hit the wall with a sickening crunch.

“Do something!” Grace cried as the beast stalked her mate.

Gunner roared and sprinted at the invisible wall, his brothers beside him, trying to slam through. But they couldn’t, no matter how hard they tried.

Two huge jaws lined with razor-sharp teeth opened over Chaos, picking him up before he could get away and tossing him in the air like a rag doll. Grace screamed, flying at the invisible wall, pounding with everything in her. Chaos landed hard. One of his wings was bent wrong and blood pooled around him. She pulled her gun and fired, but the bullets were absorbed into the barrier, like she’d fired into a wall of molasses.

The creature moved toward Chaos again, and Grace cried out, smashing her fists so hard she drew blood. “Chaos! Get up! Move!”

The beast lowered its head, about to tear into him. It would kill him this time.

Chaos’s arm shot out, and something gold glinted in his hand, it flicked out like a whip, wrapping around one of the beast’s necks. Chaos yanked on it, hard, slamming the beast’s head to the ground, dazing the creature, and then staggered to his feet. He tossed whatever it was he was holding and it looped around its second neck. Chaos gripped the end of the golden rope again, tugging as hard as he could. The two heads slammed together, and Chaos swung out, tangling it around its thick legs.

The beast shrieked, swaying as it fought for balance, so loud that they had to cover their ears. It thrashed and toppled over, hitting the ground so hard the building shook.

Chaos slumped down beside it, bleeding and battered, unmoving on the ground.

The room went deathly silent. No one spoke. The invisible wall remained, preventing Grace from reaching Chaos, keeping him trapped.

Zenon stood beside her now, Silas with him. She hadn’t even seen them come in. Zenon pulled his phone from his pocket and typed something out, then shoved it back.

“We need to get him out!” Grace cried on the verge of a total meltdown as the pool of blood around Chaos grew.

“We will,” Zenon rasped, but he looked as worried as Grace.

A moment later, the door crashed open behind them, followed by the sound of boots hitting the concrete floor.

They turned.

A dark-haired male with features unmistakably similar to Zenon’s was moving toward them.

“Who is that?”

Zenon shifted but said nothing, his yellow gaze locking on the male walking toward them, bracing, waiting…for what?

The sound of those boots grew louder as the newcomer approached. Someone walked behind him, head bent. Grace couldn’t see his face past his dirty blond hair hanging forward. Three females followed them both, all dressed in tight black leather from head to foot—one brunette, one with hair like spun gold, and the third with vibrant red hair and eyes so bright a green they seemed to glow. She was scowling, eyes narrowed. All three held wicked-looking blades, and the redhead spun hers as she walked, like she was ready to let it fly at a moment’s notice.