Vance'
es. But through the haze of pain, a primal instinct took over. I was
forward. I clamped my teeth down on the forearm of the han
te of his blood
ck, releasing me. But his shock quickly turned to renewed
rgiving ground, the back of my head cracking against a stone in the drivew
ked, rushing to his side, cradling his
ing to finish what he started. Leo tried to block his path again, bu
y on the ground, helpless, my vision tunneling. I saw h
OUG
power that slammed into everyone present. It was accompanied by a wave of p
's Co
trollably as if bound by invisible chains. Every werewolf present, from L
g gaze toward the s
dercloud, his stormy eyes promising a hurricane of retribution. Behind him, a full squad of
arting the crowd like a ship through water. He didn'
my mangled arm and the blood trickling from my lip. Then his ey
erously quiet, "in the presence of my emissary,
king, a judge, and he was focused only on the crime he had witne
e a death sentence. "You are under arrest. Fo
and had faded, but he was still locked in place by fe
throw," Alaric cut him off, his
glint of silver in the metal, designed to suppress a werewolf's strength. He didn't
," Seraphina started
k so cold it froze th
dow over my broken form. His scent, that clean, powerful smell of a s
ntly brushing my forehead. His
e commanded Leo. "The best care
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