Page 38 of Wolf Touched

“This is your last chance. Hand over Skylar, or everyone dies. We’ll even take her in hermuttform.” Cade shrugged. “Doesn’t matter either way because, for the first time in centuries, the witches will win.” He glanced at me. “If you fight us, we’ll make sure you watch every single one of them die before we take our time breaking you.”

If I’d believed that turning myself over to the coven would save any of our lives, I’d have considered it, but Supreme Priestess Olwyn, Slade, and now Cade had taught me something I would never forget.

Never trust a witch, especially those tied to the Veiled Circle.

I refused to stand here and accept death. I would fight until my last breath, especially if I could get Raffe out ofthis alive. I’d implode if that was what it took to save these people who were becoming my chosen family.

“She’s not goinganywherewith you,” Octavia spat like she had a horrible taste in her mouth. “You’ll kill her anyway because she won’t do what you want her to.”

I tensed.

“No, they won’t,” Raffe snarled. “Because I’m going to kill themall.”Attack hard and fast and take out as many as you can. Skylar, stay back.

If we hadn’t been about to die, I’d have laughed that he’d wasted energy saying that.

All of us took off, the power in my body overtaking my wolf.

Josie, Lucy, and Raffe charged in human form while Keith and Adam limped toward the tree line.

Octavia ran back toward the house.

What was she doing? But I didn’t have time to focus on her. I had to move forward.

I stumbled, my wolf and power out of sync with each other.

Owls hooted in the woods, wings flapping, and animals scurried through the trees. The loud, chaotic noises added to the adrenaline pumping through me.

A woman with fair skin darted from the woods. Between the caramel-blonde hair pulled into a bun and the bright cobalt eyes, I immediately recognized her.

Priestess Sabrina, one of the coven members I’d met in the hidden library on campus when Slade had taken me there to learn about my heritage.

I could feel maliciousness emanating from her despite her innocent features.

A snarl pulled my attention from her to my mate, who was fighting Cade.

Cade raised the ground underneath Raffe’s feet, but my mate leaped off each obstacle and kept racing toward him.

Priestess Sabrina grinned, cold and calculating. She lifted her hands toward Raffe, nasty, vengeful desire rolling off her.

She was going to hurt him, and she was going to like it.

I pushed myself like never before to reach her. The ground shook underneath me, but I closed my eyes and directed the sensation at her.

The bitch had todie.

A screech pierced my ears, and I opened my eyes to find Priestess Sabrina barely holding on to the edge of a hole I must have created.

How the hell had I done that?

I reached the edge and looked down.

Her bottom lip quivered, and her fingers scrabbled, quickly losing their grip. “Please, help me.” Fear poured off her, but her nasty hunger to hurt still held on.

There was no way I would help her. She’d turn on my mate as soon as she hurt me.

Pain soared through my connection with Raffe, and I tore my gaze away to see that Cade had stabbed Raffe in the shoulder.

My mate gritted his teeth, blood pouring from his shoulder. He punched with his left hand, but Cade dodged and ripped the knife from his body.

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