Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates
Chapter 638-Rune And His Minions

Chapter 638: 638-Rune And His Minions

Helanie:

’We must go check on Vani,’ Cora said, so worried that she had already started anticipating some kind of war breaking out.

’I will go crazy if she hasn’t been taken care of,’ I hissed, clenching my palm while Altan was writing something on a piece of paper. How could I not go for Vani? I will do anything for my little sister who is the sole reason I am alive today.

"I will book a hotel room for you," he said, not raising his head from the paper.

"No need, I will stay at home," I noticed a little flinch in his body. I will go back home because I want to be close to Vani and also to get back at my so-called family.

"I know I’m not the one you’d ever want to speak with, but this is my number. I would really wish for you to give me a call. I could call you, I have your number, but I’m not sure if you would pick up. Please, Helanie, this is an important matter. I’m afraid the X Codex is behind it," he stated.

I nodded roughly. However, the moment he pulled his hand out to give me the paper, an arrow shot through the space between us and snatched the paper from his hand.

"Helanie!" Altan yelled and leapt in my direction, pushing me to the ground while covering me with his body.

A line of arrows flew through the air and landed far away. They had been in my direct path. If he hadn’t pushed me, I would have been struck by one, or maybe two.

We were both stunned and frozen for a moment, looking around until our eyes met, and then we broke apart. I pushed him off, but he was already moving to get off me. Once we were on our feet, Maximus came and held me from behind.

"We are under attack," Maximus announced, pointing toward the road and then to the distant mountains. An army of Zharns was sprinting from all directions toward the graveyard.

"We must inform everyone," I said. As the three of us started running toward the graveyard gate, I paused to turn and look at the person who had shot the arrow.

Because it was odd.

Even though the Zharns were approaching, and they were pretty brutal, they couldn’t have used bows to attack us.

And I was right.

"Rune!" I hissed under my breath, watching him smirk and wave his fingers at me while the bow was slung over his shoulder.

"Of course," Maximus hissed.

"Let’s go," Altan reminded us that we still needed to get inside the graveyard with the others. We rushed in, and Altan locked the large main door with silver bars.

"Everyone, we are under attack!" I shouted as loud as I could. Norman and Kaye, who had been comforting Mr. Coombs, looked up and glanced around with concern.

"What?" a lady cried out, hugging her child.

We didn’t have many warriors here because it was just a funeral. Most of the people who had come were either relatives, friends, or pack members. The warriors had stayed behind to protect the pack while the Alpha grieved his daughter’s death.

We had only a few with us, and some of them had taken Sydney back to her pack, so now that was the problem.

"We’re facing the risk of more casualties than any victory," one of the warriors arrived to inform us.

"It’s alright. As long as we fight," I began, but my eyes caught Rune approaching the gate with a smirk.

"You think this can stop me?" he laughed maniacally, shaking his head. "Come here, my buddies. We have a meal to feast upon," he said to the Zharns, then opened the gate.

"Shit," I cursed, grabbing a sword from a warrior and running toward the Zharns.

"Take control of the Zharns. I know how to stop them," I shouted to Norman, who was rushing beside me. The moment he tore off his shirt and jumped, he landed in his massive beast form. I watched him slam his chest like an angry gorilla before clawing through three Zharns at once. His claws and canines were enormous. The way his jaw opened so wide, I could feel the terror ripple through his enemies’ bones.

"Time to have some fun!" Maximus yelled to his wolf before lowering his body. When he rose again, he was in wolf form. The giant beast was nearly as powerful as a Lycan. But since it wasn’t a full moon, he wasn’t in his Lycan form. Still, he grabbed a few Zharns in his jaws, one after another. With a single bite, he tore them apart and let out a howl.

Altan howled and shifted into his Alpha wolf form, launching himself at the incoming Zharns.

I pushed through the chaos because my target was someone else.

Rune.

He knew I was coming for him. He smirked and turned his palm upward, curling his fingers in a taunting gesture, daring me to come at him.

He moved first, fast, and swung the bow in his hand to strike me. I ducked just in time, saving myself, but also swung my sword to slice a Zharn attacking me from the side. I had to stay alert on all fronts. My mates and Altan were busy protecting the pack members and guests.

When I tried to strike Rune with my sword, he hit me with his bow, and both our weapons fell to the ground. With the Zharns rushing in full force and in groups, the weapons were kicked and pushed farther away. We didn’t have time to search for them.

Rune’s fist swung over my head like a hammer. If he had landed that hit, it would’ve knocked me to the ground. I rolled to the side and grabbed a metal pipe from the ground, swinging it at his head. The whole damn pipe bent, but he didn’t even flinch.

Then I remembered, his bones were like jelly.

I dropped the pipe. Ran low. Slammed my elbow into his ribs. It felt like punching a pillow, soft and yielding. This was going to be tough.

Then he grabbed me by the back, threw me to the ground, and drove his fingers into my stomach.

And that’s when I felt it.