Carpathian 20 - Dark Slayer

I have no idea .
    I am put on this earth to guard my prince, not save the lives of mortals we do not know .
    Mikhail sighed. You grow more stubborn with each passing year, old friend. Vikirnoff is guarding your helpless chick. Come in from the north. Direct the others to come in from the other side. And stop giving me trouble .
    Gregori gave the equivalent of a telepathic snort. I would not count on that happening anytime soon. The vampire races to close the pass. You cannot be caught on the ground if that should happen .
    It will not happen, because you will be stopping him . There was every confidence in Mikhail’s voice.
    You do not ask for much .
    No. A chance to practice and hone your fading skills .

    Gregori’s amusement burst over Mikhail as the prince increased his speed. It felt good to be a warrior instead of a ruler, rushing through the forest in answer to a call of distress.
    His muscles stretched and contracted, and his body rejoiced in the exercise, running tirelessly, weaving in and out of the trees.
    Overhead, a thick ice spear burst across the sky, shattering clouds of ice and snow, raining glittering sparks of gold and silver down on the trees as it arced above them and then fell toward earth out of sight. Everywhere the sparks touched, the trees froze, turning a ghastly white, the color spreading like a disease along branches and needles, down the trunks to the ground itself, where the forest floor buckled under the icy pressure.
    The heaving ground cracked, jagged fissures opening, so they were forced to leap over the widening cracks as they ran. Sharp ice towers erupted from the ground. Trees cracked and splintered as the spreading cold snapped brittle branches.
    Where’s it coming from? Mikhail demanded. We have to find the source .
    He is trying to slow down the wolf pack , Gregori hissed. I have heard, but never seen, an ice spear that freezes everything in its immediate vicinity. You must be close to it. Break off and deal with it, and I will find the pack .

    We’re too close to the pack, Gregori, closer than you are.
    You’re better equipped to work your magic against an ice spear capable of freezing a forest. Break off and go after it .
    Not on your life. Send Falcon. Nothing is going to stop me from fighting at your side .
    For one, I am supposed to command. You do not listen to my orders .
    Was that an order? I didn’t hear an order in there anywhere. I’ve sent Falcon to deal with the ice spear .
    Mikhail found himself laughing again. It was impossible to be frustrated with Gregori; he’d known him too many years, and Gregori’s primary job would always be to see to the safety of the prince. He was still smarting from Razvan shoving a knife to Mikhail’s throat. There hadn’t been nearly as much danger as it appeared, but Gregori still didn’t like that Razvan had gotten close to the prince.
    The wolf pack raised their voices again and he lifted his head and answered as he raced over the frozen river. With each step they took, more jagged ice towers erupted, so they were forced to dodge as they ran, but Mikhail could feel the strength of the attack weakening. The vampire was close to the pack and wanted to direct his energy there. Not knowing what the wolves were capable of, Mikhail redoubled his efforts to reach them, taking to the air, avoiding the higher skies where the icicles could hinder them.
    He caught sight of the running pack as they came around a bend in the river, streaks of silver with the burden of humans on their back, running tirelessly toward them on the ice. One child was slumped over the alpha’s body, and blood streaked his thick fur. Out of the corner of his eyes, Mikhail saw a massive black cloud moving fast across the sky toward the wolves.
    Get into the trees. Get off the river and away from the open , he warned.
    Vikirnoff actually swerved into him before he could turn toward the riverbank, packed high with snow. Mikhail shot him a quelling look as he streaked through the trees toward the running pack. The two alphas with the children made it into the thick trees. Mikhail caught the little girl as Raja skidded to a halt beside him, tongue lolling, sides heaving. The vampire had bitten into the child’s neck and had not closed the wound.
    Natalya dropped to her knees beside the girl. “Can you save her?―
    The moment the two alphas were relieved of their burdens, they