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“I’ve got your back, Spitfire,” he said. I nodded and trusted his shadows there, hovering as I went to the rogue.
I moved across the mud and knelt down, rolling the wolf body over.
It shifted into a human form as I did, gold glitter falling to ash on the muddy ground.
I gasped, and tears stung in my eyes.
I looked up at Brax who was staring at the naked body with wide eyes.
A small frame with white hair. White eyes.
“A witch,” I whispered, a tear falling. I had killed her.
I hadn’t known.
And neither did the pack.
“Don’t kill them!” I screamed out.
‘Little Luna, they are literally trying to skin us. Why would we let them live?’ Kai struggled in the link as he fought.
‘They are being controlled. Their forms are a trick. These are the witches we helped escape, I think they were caught,’ I said back.
Derik changed the order in the pack, ‘Incapacitate. Do not kill.’
‘How do we know it isn’t just them doing it? That the cage thing wasn’t bullshit?’ Kai demanded.
‘I feel it in the magic that fell off the one I just killed. They were relieved to be dead,’ I whispered.
That feeling was a sucker punch to my gut, and I stood, another tear falling.
“Luna!” Brax called as a rogue darted out from between the huts, launching itself at me.
It pushed me to the ground, its teeth seconds away from getting into me when Brax was there, ripping it off me.
He held it around the neck, the chokehold putting the rogue to sleep.
Brax dropped it to the ground to help me up. I went straight to the rogue, rolling it over.
The magic fell away, gold dust disappearing on the wind. Probably back to the witches.
I looked down at the small body that was left behind and shook my head.
“How do we free them from this?” I asked.
Brax shrugged as Cain came out of his hut, his sword ready.
“Kill the witches doing it. Otherwise they will be enslaved for their life,” he said.
“Well, good thing that’s the plan then,” I replied, closing the other rogue’s eyes and placing it with the other body.
I wasn’t sure when it would wake up, but I was hoping that when it did, it would be on our side.
“Not going to happen. Their minds belong to the witches now,” Cain shook his head sadly.
“Unless we kill them,” I muttered through a clenched jaw.
“That’s going to be harder than I thought,” Cain said, eyeing the gold ash that was floating toward the forest.
“That magic going back to them is going to make them stronger. Any rogue we kill will send the magic back. But the sacrifice the rogue made will fuel that magic.”
Of course it would. Why was nothing ever simple?
“Okay, so don’t kill the rogues, just knock them out?”
Cain nodded, “If you can. But they’ll get more feral the longer they don’t do what their master wishes.”
I went to answer when more rogues came out of the brush on the other side of the hut that we stood in front of.
I backed up with the others.
“Any chance you’ll reconsider mauling us because we have every intention of freeing you?” I said to the front rogue, leading a triangle of them towards us.
They were all black, their eyes glowing yellow, their muzzles frothing and snarling as they stepped closer.
I took a deep breath and my magic leaked out of my fingertips.
That riled them up.
They kept us backing up into the middle of the wide dirt path between huts when the one at the end turned off.
It headed up the stairs of the hut.
Nope. Not a chance.
I threw my magic at the door, blocking it, shoving the rogue back.
The second I did, the rogues in front of us attacked.
Brax stepped in front of me, his shadows flowing out of him in a whoosh that had three of them flying back.
I kept my magic in front of the door, throwing back the rogue that was determined to get in.
I kept fighting it back, Cain and Brax fighting the rogues around me.
Until one got through and tackled me, his teeth biting into my arm. I cried out and a rogue got into the door of the hut.
I yanked the blade out of my boot and shoved it into the wolf.
“I am so sorry,” I whispered. It went wide-eyed and fell off me.
I scrambled to my feet and went after the rogue that had gone inside.
But Brax was already there.
He had the rogue encased in thick dark shadow. Brax strangled it until it passed out.
I let out a relieved breath, holding my arm as it bled.
Brax dragged the rogue out of the hut, leaving it outside then he turned to me.
He ripped my sleeve off and inspected the bite.
It was painful but I could handle it.
He frowned at it and I looked at what he was picking at.
“There’s gold flecks on it,” he said, then wiped them away.
He used the torn arm piece to tie around the bite then we went back outside.
Cain was standing with Mom and Galen. The other four wolves were on the ground near them and Mom was dusting off her hands.
“Oh, there you are Sweetie,” she smiled.
I went over to her, hands on my hips, looking at the scattered rogue bodies.
“Was this you?”
She nodded, “A sleeping herb. I’ve collected everything we have for the rogues. So we don’t have to kill them. Just a bit of this in their nose and they’ll sleep well for a few hours at least,” she smiled.
I hugged her, “You’re amazing, Mom.”
Cain smirked, “She is. I was about to get munched,” he snickered.
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