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The wolves dragged the dead bodies to the huts so the shifted humans could throw them onto the flames.
The smell changed to a sickly burning smell that had me covering my mouth in Brax’s chest.
As I turned, there was a flash of someone in between the trees.
I’d recognize that form anywhere.
I growled and shoved Brax out of the way, throwing my magic, full force into it.
She fucking dodged it.
“Spitfire, the trees are not the enemy,” he smirked.
I scowled at him, “I wasn’t aiming for them. I saw Heather,” I said, the blur moving through the trees again.
She was not getting away.
I took after her, throwing my magic after her. She dodged every hit.
Brax chased me down, his shadows covering me. But I didn’t need them.
I ran fast, sticking to her trail.
I rounded a corner she had just gone around, gasping when she was right there.
She hooked her arm out and clotheslined me.
I went to the ground and she climbed over me, digging her long talons into my shoulders, hooking them in deep.
I cried out, my magic and shadow blasting out of me, throwing her back.
She smashed into a tree with a smirk.
I yanked my dagger from my boot and ran at her. She was ready with her own blade, meeting me blow for blow.
Until I tripped her with my magic, pinned her and held my blade to her throat.
Panting, I wiped my lip dry of the blood that had leaked.
“How does that poison taste, Luna?” She chuckled, choking on the pressure of my blade.
My blood did taste metallic, more than the one of blood. But I couldn’t feel the poison.
I growled and leaned in, “Say something worth hearing or I cut your throat open right here,” I warned.
She laughed, “I have been training for this war since Braxton turned. It’s going to take more than pinning me to the ground to beat me,” she said, then shoved a blade into my calf.
I cursed, and she shoved me off her.
I had been in pain too many times for it to debilitate me for long, though. I got back up and went to throw my magic at her. But it sputtered out of me.
I coughed as it tasted like acid trying to come out of me.
I collapsed to the ground, still coughing at the burn in my throat.
I looked up at her; she was grinning, and damn it pissed me off.
But I didn’t only have magic.
My shadows swirled around her in a strong tornado, cutting her with branches and twigs.
Frustrated, she squealed out.
I stopped the shadows, but they hovered.
And then Brax was there. He was fast, picking my blade up from the ground and launching it at her.
It pinned her to the tree by her clothes. Then his shadows were on her.
He kept her there, encasing her in solid shadows easily.
He knelt down to me, looking at the blood staining my clothes from her talon holes in my shadow.
“I’m fine,” I coughed.
He didn’t believe me. Fair enough. It wasn’t exactly the truth.
My lungs felt like they were trying to squeeze out of my esophagus.
“You will be,” he said then turned to Heather.
He went over to her. She was still too amused for my liking.
“Well, well, well. Looks like little Braxton is all grown up, using his shadows like a big boy,” she taunted.
Brax scowled, moving in close to her.
“Look at Little Heather, still chasing a revenge she will never get,” he said back, grabbing his sword out of the belt on his pants. It was one from the satchels we had collected.
So that was why he had taken longer to get to me than I thought he would have.
I should have grabbed one of those.
Although I hadn’t counted on the clothesline or the poisoning.
“I’ll get it. On you, on all of the pack who turned their backs on me,” she snarled.
Brax laughed and shook his head, “No you won’t. The witches will use you for their purpose then kill you because that’s what they do.”
“Who says they are the ones using me?” She smirked.
Brax pointed the tip of the sword at her throat.
“Danika did before they killed her,” he spat. Heather rolled her eyes.
“She was a weak, whiny little wolf with not much to her aside from an unhealthy obsession with you,” Heather said, leaning her head back against the tree.
My breaths were struggling to circulate but I needed to see Heather meet her end before I gave in to the black edging my consciousness.
“Sounds like someone else I know,” Brax said flatly.
Heather scowled at that then looked over at me, “You might want to get her back to that bastard, Cain. Her lungs will be on the floor soon,” she said.
Brax looked over his shoulder at me then to her. He was deciding what to do. End Heather or save me?
I didn’t want to be considered in the equation. If we ended her, the witches were unprotected. No one surrounding them, doing their dirty work. We’d have a straight shot.
I moved my magic inside of me. It was weak but I had enough of a connection with it to move it around my heart. So I did, stopping the poison from getting there.
‘I’m on my way Little Luna. If I get there and you aren’t breathing, I am going to be one very pissed off psychotic werewolf,’ he warned in the link.
~’Don’t worry. I’ve been watching.’ Brax said in our heads then gripped Heather’s waist. I snarled but Brax hushed me.
He ripped a vial of potion from the back of her waistband.
He chucked it to me and I caught it, looking at the murky gray liquid with a grimace.
It did not look appetizing. But my magic and shadows perked up at the sight of it.
“Damn,” she cursed.
Brax smirked, “You’re too smart to come into a fight with poison without a cure for it,” he said pressing her harder into the tree with his shadows and sword.
I popped the cork and emptied the potion down my throat.
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