[BOOK TWO]
Once a deep and powerful connection between two people has been made they become a vital part in each other's lives and there is no separating them. No measure of distance or duration of silence can prevent the outbreak of smiles and laug...
A month ago, a sword never had been in Kira's hands. The teenager never believed herself to be the violent type, then again she never knew of her family's supernatural history. Now, everything was different.
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Kira Yukimura was a thunder kitsune; a fierce fox spirit that gifted her balance and a natural aptitude for weaponry that she was never more grateful for until that moment.
Scott's back pressed against her own, both of them surrounded by the Oni. Neither of them had a moment to even catch their breath, too busy defending themselves and each other.
With every minute Stiles felt himself weakening, even as he crouched beside Lydia behind a snowy bridge. Anxiety caused his fingers to tremble and what once was a dull ache covered him from head to toe. His eyes continuously shifted between Kira and Scott, wishing that he had some sort of power so he could help.
"This can't be real," Lydia stated in disbelief, resting one arm on Stiles' shoulder to keep him steady.
"Yeah? Tell that to them," Stiles motioned to the Oni. No matter how hard Scott swiped his claws or how many times Kira pierced the Oni's armor, nothing was bringing them down.
Kira used her utmost strength to keep her katana level with the Oni's sword, but the battle was draining her. Swiftly, the Oni was able to fling her katana out of her grasp and onto the snow a few feet away. Then, it pointed its own sword at her in warning, daring her to even take a step.
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Scott couldn't help; too caught up in ducking his body away from the other blades.
And then, Stiles took the game into his own hands.
"Stiles, no!" Scott shouted in protest, fighting the tight grip the Oni held on him. "Stiles!"
The Nogitsune growled at the sight of the katana's end close to Stiles' abdomen, the boy ready to take his own life to spare everyone else. His hands were shaking, his focus only on the sword.
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