Sorry for the slow update! I've moved back home for a few weeks. Being a student is great, but jumping from house to house each year is very stressful! Anyway, all is sorted for now and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Have a great day! :)

- Sian

Jacota watched the lightning bolts in his hands. Over the years, they grew so familiar to him; it felt like an extension of himself when he exposed the power. The bolts didn't distract him from the tension building in the air. The warmth of the night didn't help either. Everyone was sweaty, afraid, and exhausted.

"What do we do now?" Kaiden asked. The glow from the God's lightning bolts made his wings sparkle like crystals.

"I guess, try and mesh your powers together?" Jacota was almost out of his depth. "I'm not sure if that's possible, but holding hands might help to share it."

Their eyes looked around at the familiar faces. Everyone felt anxious; everyone was fed up of hearing the cries of those who were about to die, hearing the sloshing of demons running through blood, hearing the whistling of the wind as it filtered through the trees.

"Focus on pushing it to your hands. We have all been able to bring it to the surface, that means we can control it," Panuleon said, rubbing a thumb over Corey's knuckles.

The prodigies set to work, closing their gold eyes in an attempt to push the power to their connected hands.

The angels around them were not giving up, and the demons were finally decreasing in numbers, but they were still outnumbered. Jacota wondered how much support they would've had from werewolves if the war began when it was supposed to, a thousand years from now.

He tried to look over the chaos to see Hunter, William, or his father. All he could see were bodies moving in the darkness. There was only one torch left standing on the right side of the field. It barely made a difference. Most wolves now depended on the moonlight and the bulbs from the house.

As the supernatural beings, Oliver, and Corey dug deep into their minds for strength; demons threw weapons into the circle.

Vinny moved his head just in time as a ball with spikes flew past him, hitting the shoulder of an angel who stood behind him.

Jacota used his telekinesis to block most of the weapons, and the Gods on the outer circle helped too, but they missed a small dagger that flew directly for Oliver, impaling his shoulder.

Oliver cried out and pulled his hand from Vinny, breaking the circle. The pain zapped down his arm, but before he could even focus enough to see the knife, Panuleon was in front of him, pulling it out and healing him.

"Jacota, they are aiming for the humans," he said as Corey jumped out of the way of an axe.

"We need to hurry," Jacota instructed the other Gods to stop the demons. Panuleon stood between Corey and Oliver so he could heal them if they were hurt. "Start again. Find the power."

Oliver hesitantly shut his eyes. Vinny's hand squeezed him a little too hard.

"The Gods will protect you. Try to stay calm," Jacota said, feeling the sadness in Hunter growing around his heart. He wanted to hold him and run fingers through his mate's hair as he cried. There was nothing Jacota could do to comfort him, not right now.

As worried as Oliver now felt, the only other option he had was to find his power. He could feel Vinny's because his hand was unusually warm. All he had to do was calm himself enough to share it with everyone. If the others did the same, they had a better chance of winning the war.

"Keep going," Jacota said, watching the people in the circle.

Rayvon had a frown that matched Vinny, Luka chewed on his lip like Corey, Kaiden's face was blank just like Meloras, and Milokan scrunched his nose like Zachariah.

It wasn't long until Jacota heard a high pitched noise and felt a static energy around him. The hairs on his arm stood on end. The lightning was coming.

Luka jumped when thunder sounded like the growling of a million wolves. It echoed right above their heads when all eyes landed on the God of lightning.

Jacota looked up. He felt his power in the sky. The storm not only comforted him, but it also brought a gift.

As the high pitched noise got louder, the sounds around him silenced when he lifted his hand into the air. Jacota pointed a tingling finger up to the sky. For a moment, it was like everyone on the field froze and stopped breathing. Jacota felt like he was the only person standing in the mud.

While he zoned out, everyone on the field did stop and stare at the clouds. The thunder was so loud, William winced when it roared above the house. The lightning was so frequent; it could be seen no matter where he looked.

The prodigies in the circle started to zone into a trance-like state. Their golden eyes were like little headlights, all pointing to Jacota. Their united hands locked firmly together. The power successfully shared between them, pulsing in their palms.

Jacota then felt it circling him. The high pitched noise got sharper, louder, stronger, stronger, stronger- then it stopped. In the second that it silenced, a lightning bolt, bigger than the width of the God's body shot from the clouds. It ripped through the sky and landed on Jacota's pointed finger.

He gasped and the breath he inhaled permitted the bolt to seep into him, all the way to his toes. Smaller bolts circled Jacota's thighs, his waist and his arms, sparking and jolting with the power.

Scott and Anthony rushed to the window. The bolt lit up the field, almost as bright as the sun, but that was when they saw the destruction. Bodies scattered the grass. Every inch of the area covered in blood, the dead, and broken weaponry.

"Oh Gods," Anthony whispered. A white angel's feather floated past the window, and a burning sensation bubbled in his stomach. He wanted to be sick, but relief took over when he saw his two boys standing together in their wolf forms with eyes fixed on Jacota.

Hunter had a paw on top of a demon's chest with claws dug into her skin. The demon was dead, as were those who had tried to get close to them.

Scott slowly reached for the door handle. He was mesmerised when the top of the bolt exploded, and the sky lit up with hundreds of smaller flashes. The lightning crashed to the ground, zapping demon, dead or alive. His eyes reflected the yellow and blueish tint of the electricity. The noise as each bolt hit the ground was like the beat of loud music at a concert. It shook the entire house, Scott felt it in his bones.

When he pushed open the glass door and fresh air touched his skin, an explosion of gold filtered from the circle of angels, ploughing through the field and knocking over anyone in its way. Scott flew back and skidded across the floor. Anthony shielded his eyes when the windows shattered in front of him. The werewolves and angels flattened themselves to the floor when the second ripple of gold disintegrated any demon on the field. It didn't matter if the hell-hounds were alive or dead, they were gone like dust in the wind.

Jeronah saw what was happening and made a quick decision to grab Meloras and fly as far away as they could. The explosion spared no demon. Phoenix and his mother only survived because Angelette, the elder angel, stood in front of them and held hands against the wave.

Phoenix and his mother crouched together, gripping each other like their lives depended on it, but they were safe. Angelette couldn't watch two innocent beings perish if she had the chance to save them, even if they did have demon blood in their veins.

Hunter and Sam were not affected. The gold power was like a little breeze running through their fur, but Hunter whimpered. Jacota screamed to ease the pain of so much energy running through him, and it hurt Hunter like it happened to him too. They had to be together.

As the demons died around him, Hunter galloped through the field. Every lightning bolt missed him by inches, not that it would affect the wolf if he came into contact with one. When he reached the circle, he was running so fast that a leap was more powerful. Hunter jumped over the angel's heads, past Kaiden and landed in the circle. He skidded on the mud and crashed into Jacota, but it felt like he crashed into a brick wall. His mate didn't move.

Hunter changed into his human form and coughed for air. He was covered in dirt, blood, and bruises. When he got his breath back, he stared at Jacota's electricity infested body and looked deeply into his gold eyes. The colour swirled furiously around and around. It was hypnotic.

When he opened his mouth to speak his name, Jacota stopped screaming and grabbed Hunter's hands. The power seeped into him too, and the pain was more bearable with the physical contact. Hunter realised that Jacota was screaming for him. Hunter was the only other person who could cope with the power. Jacota couldn't do it without him, and Hunter's pride gleamed as bright as the God's eyes.

Together, the prodigies used the power given to them by the angels to wipe out the demons. Those on the outskirts of the field started running through the trees. Eventually, the gold wave reached them too, and they met the same fate as the rest of the demons, bursting to gold glitter like their bodies never even existed.

Duke and Madison sheltered Corey's parents as they crouched together in the Kitchen, hearing everything shaking and things falling out of cupboards. William was pulled down with them. He covered his head from the plates falling next to him. They shattered on the tiles, but nobody cared. The demons were dying, and they were finally winning the war.

Angelette looked around. The sunrise was upon them, and no demon survived to see the sun peeking above the horizon, turning the black sky into a dark blue.

Jacota trembled his aching body. The bolt was getting thinner and thinner until the last demon was killed and it plummeted back into the sky. The clouds bellowed one more boom of thunder before moving on, leaving Jacota to collapse in Hunter's arms.

The other prodigies fell to their knees, and the circle of angels broke when others ran to their soulmates or to help heal the injured, or to mourn the dead.

Jacota's forehead fell against Hunter's shoulder. Arms around him were everything his heart needed, and a voice whispering that they had won was everything his ears longed to hear.

The war was over. The night ended. The prodigies were successful.