It doesn’t do much, but the resistance surprises the monster enough that it turns its head to glare at Xavier for a split second. And that’s all it takes for me to roll away.
The beast yanks its arm forward hard enough to send Xavier ricocheting off the wall, but then screams when it realizes I’m not where it left me. As it whirls around with a giant growl, Eden, Flint, Macy, and Jaxon must have given up on Xavier and me luring it out, because they suddenly storm the cave.
Eden and Flint are in their massive dragon forms, and as they circle around the beast like it’s an airplane tower, I realize just how big it really is. Because Eden’s and Flint’s dragons are huge, and they look like nothing more than hummingbirds buzzing around its head. It must be…eighty stories tall. And growing, if my eyes aren’t deceiving me.
Eden hits the stone giant with a blast of lightning that has it bellowing in rage, but this attack barely slows it down. Flint follows with a stream of ice so powerful that the entire cave freezes around us, icicles dripping off everything.
And still the monster barely seems to notice. It just keeps fighting, just keeps snarling and smashing and throwing us until rocks are tumbling down from the walls all around us, pieces flying everywhere and slicing us to ribbons.
Go, go, go! Don’t die, don’t die! The gargoyle in my head is screaming now, so loud I can barely concentrate on anything else. Until a wrench on the mating bond has me gasping and nearly falling right out of the air.
“Jaxon!” I scream, whirling around just in time to see my mate fall to his knees. His complexion is gray, his eyes dull, and though he throws a hand out and manages to catch himself before he pitches forward onto his face, I know it’s a close thing.
I can see it. More, I can feel it.
I dive down, racing to him as fast as I can—trying to get there before the beast sees just how weak and vulnerable Jaxon is.
And I get it. He’s already used up so much of his finite energy today—the guards at school, the telekinetic attacks on the beast, the energy burst he sent me a little while ago while he was racing to get the others. Between all of that and what Hudson drains from him, Jaxon’s got nothing left to fight.
I manage to get to Jaxon just as the beast knocks Eden clear out of the sky. She hits the ground so hard, her dragon screams, and when she tries to get up, she can’t. She stumbles, falls, and I realize in horror that her wing is broken.
I throw myself in front of Jaxon, and as I do, I get a chance to look around at my friends who are valiantly fighting and realize that there’s no way we can win. The beast isn’t even winded, and we’re in pieces.
Eden with her broken wing.
Jaxon with his awe-inspiring power almost completely depleted.
Flint shooting fire as the monster corners him but limping along in human form with what looks like a compound fracture to his leg.
Macy’s okay, thank God, but she’s poised with her wand up as she sends spell after spell spinning toward the giant. They hit—I know they hit—and yet nothing happens. Not one makes an impact.
And Xavier…Xavier is limping, too, though not as bad as Flint. He’s currently circling around behind the beast, poised to go for the back of its knee in a last-ditch attempt to slow the monster down, but I already know that it isn’t going to work. Nothing we do is going to work.
“You need to stop this!” Hudson begs as he walks over to where I’m leaning on a rock wall, trying to catch my breath. For the first time, he sounds panicked—really, really panicked. “You have to call them off, Grace. No one else will do it, so you have to.”
“I don’t know how!” I yell back at him. “Even if I try to call them off, even if they listen to me, the beast isn’t going to just let us go. How do I get them out of here without us all being killed?”
“Talk to him,” Hudson tells me.
“Talk to him? Talk to who?” I shriek.
“The Unkillable Beast. Can’t you hear him? He’s been talking to you all along—you need to answer him. You’re the only one who can.”
“Talking to me? Nobody’s been talking to me!”
“I hear him, Grace. I know you hear him, too. That voice telling you to go, telling you not to die. That’s him.”
“No. You’re wrong. That’s my gargoyle.”
“I’m not wrong. You need to trust me, Grace.”
“I don’t believe—”
“Goddammit!” he yells as he falls to his knees, tears in his eyes, face twisted in agony. “I’ve fucked up, okay? A lot. I know that. You know that. But I’m not fucking this up. I know that’s his voice. I know you can talk to him. I know you can stop this. You’re the only one who can. Just fucking listen to me for once in your whole fucking life like you did when we were together.”