A Court of Stars and Shadow

Chapter 45

"shit." Feyre breathed next to me. "They need to fix that front line, or we'll be surrounded"

I cracked my knuckles with a small motion and casted my power under all their feet. I made the land grow and form around their ankles, trapping them there and even causing some men to trip. The flank, mostly composed of autumn and spring court soldiers we able to cut them down after then, the front line quickly reforming. Carnel had reached the general assigned to lead that flank and from the way I could read his lips from this far he seemed to be yelling 'hold the line'.

The burning in my back burned in a sharp sensation, like a hot iron pressed near the bottom of my spine for a couple seconds. I stumbled forward and brought a hand behind me, clutching my back and Feyre caught me with a hand around my shoulders.

"You're pushing yourself to hard" she gritted through her teeth, but I barely heard her as my eyes widened in fear, as I looked to Carnel.

He had gone back into the fight and seemed to have felt my pain through the bond, the pain I forgot to block from him. His head snapped up and our eyes met, distracting him from the fight, distracting him as one of the three soldiers he was fighting off took his open vulnerable side as an advantage and jammed a knife into his side.

A silent scream left my lips, fire burning through my veins as the mating bond between us wobbled for the quickest second, like a single strummed guitar string. I felt the pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain I'm my heart. Carnel was quick to turn his attention back onto the field, ripping the knife out of his torso and taking down the three attacking soldiers like grains of wheat, even with his wound open and bleeding, even as I struggled against Feyre's tightening grasp.

"Luna you can't-"

"CARNEL!" I screamed, my voice finally returning to me.

"he's hurt Feyre, let me go" I struggled against her embrace again, but she didn't let go of her grasp.

He kept going, kept fighting but I knew him, somehow, someway maybe even better than I knew myself, knew that deep in my bones he was lagging, slowing. I felt his blood drip onto the floor like a drop of blood in a field of fresh white snow, calling to me like a beacon in the night. I froze.

The world slowed and I stopped hearing everything around me as my ears rang in a high-pitched ring. I heard my name called from far away, like they were underwater and a part of me recognized it, recognized who it was but I continued down my path, steadying my feet and gritting my teeth. My blood only screamed one thing, two words.

Protect. Carnel. Protect. Carnel. The words separate but intertwined all the same.

My head spun but I grabbed every last drop of power in me.

The trees rumbled first, like my last training session with Rhys except this time, I was in control, even of that control threatened to slip through my fingers.

Blue grey eyes pierced into mine as Feyre stepped in front of me, blocking my view of Carnel and the field. I didn't need vision to see though, Cassian had ensured that.

"Get. Everyone. Off" I managed to let out, the pounding in my body traveling to my head as every breath, every thought was an echo of my own heartbeat, as loud as a drum next to my ear.

Feyre's lips tightened, glancing around to see the splintering tree's, the small cracks in the ground my power made as it was forced back.

"Breathe Luna. Control"

"I am in control" I snarled back, my voice not entirely my own.

She hesitated, clearly weighing the risks and possibilities of what I was asking her to do.