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doubt these hunters would kill everyone here if they could, children included. I wasn’t about to let that happen. Motherfuckers had a shock coming to them in about three seconds.
    I couldn’t help the grin that slipped over my face. I might not have my swords with me, but that meant shit. These assholes were about to get a taste of their own bad mojo.
    They couldn’t touch me with their magic, but I sure as hell could deliver their asses to them with hand to hand combat.
    I ducked around the back corner of the house, knowing they would see the movement and come after me. A hunter’s instinct—go after the things that move and look afraid of you.
    “Run!” I whispered to Elena, as I made a shooing motion. We were a hundred feet from the tree line; I knew she should be able to get there. She scrambled backward, her eyes glowing a soft gold as her wolf rose up, fear radiating off her. The explosions and cries continued around us and she slunk away, moving carefully. I watched her go, making sure she was able to get to the edge of the trees without being hit. The ground blew up to the left of her and she cried out, but the fear drove her faster and she hit the tree line at a dead run. My heart went cold, though, when I saw the way her little girl flopped in her arms. Dead, there was no other way her tiny head would roll so easily. Those blue eyes and sweet smile gone forever.
    For what?
    Rage nearly blinded me and I forced myself to focus on those causing the carnage.
    I checked on the progress of the hunters.
    Yup, the shits were still coming my way. I flattened myself against the wall of the house and settled my breathing. While I didn’t love fighting, I had to admit there was a definite rush to kicking ass when it was seriously warranted. Especially when they were killing women and children.
    And these asshats more than warranted it.
    There was a sweep of a cloak as the first hunter stepped around the corner. I snaked a hand out, grabbed the edge of the cloak, and yanked hard, spinning the hunter off balance. He fell to the ground with a grunt and looked up at me, a greasy grin sliding between the massive amount of blond beard he had.
    I grinned back. “I’m about to make you my bitch.”
    His grin slipped and he lifted his hand to spell me. I caught his hand, twisted his arm until his elbow popped out of joint, then followed that with a knee to his nose. The cartilage shattered under my blow, blood spurting and staining his beard. His eyes rolled back as the blood flowed and I dropped him.
    Easy. Two sets of hands reached for me at the same time. Maybe not so easy.
    I twisted away from the hands on my left, which put me directly into the hands on my right. A big guy who smelled like campfire smoke, alcohol, and a three-week case of body odor wrapped his arms around me. That was not going to fly.
    I snapped my head back, breaking his nose, so he’d match his friend on the ground, then channeled a little Alex. “Stinky fucker.”
    He dropped me with a howl, and the other five hunters stepped around the corner. They lifted their hands in unison and began to chant. Oh, how I loved it when they didn’t know I was Immune to magic.
    Grabbing Stinky’s right arm, I yanked him down, knowing he would step back to brace himself. He did, and I slid into his guard, tucked my right leg behind both of his and swept them out from under them. He hit the ground hard, his head snapping against the ice. Stunned, he lay there, then slowly rolled, but for the moment he was out of the way.
    The other five hunters had the most quizzical expressions on their faces. I didn’t wait for them to figure out I could be hit by things thrown at me with magic. A loophole I wasn’t going to tell them.
    Nope, I dove in, striking and punching, my body keyed up for this after three days of quiet.
    There was only one small problem; the hunters split up. The two women, Stinky and another man peeled away, leaving me with four big dudes to deal with.