Page 69 of Shadow City: Silver Wolf

She unfolded her wings, a smirk on her face. "Angels are hard to kill." She jumped, flying directly at him, and the guy had enough sense to turn and run.

The idiot ran in the direction of the boat, like that would protect him.

Before he could escape from view, Rosemary caught up and grabbed him around the neck. A loudcrackfollowed, and his body smacked to the ground, clearly dead on impact.

Thank God she was here because Killian would have been dead if she hadn't arrived.

Killian.

I turned to find his dark fur soaked with blood, but the last enemy lay dead at his feet. For the moment, we were safe, so I crawled toward Griffin and laid my head next to his. I whimpered as both my wolf and I mourned the man beside me.

He brushed his head against mine and nuzzled my face.

This was wrong. We couldn't even communicate in this form. I couldn't tell him my regrets or how I wished things had gone differently. All I could do was lie beside him as he died.

"I need you to move," Rosemary said as she squatted on Griffin's other side. She reached her hands toward him, and I growled.

No one but me could touch him right now. I needed to be the one he was with when he transitioned out.

Rosemary arched a brow and tilted her head. "Did you growl at me?"

I bared my teeth, emphasizing my point. My wolf surged forward. I wasn't sure how much clearer I could get.

"Do you want me to save him or not?" She bobbed her head as she tapped her fingers on her jeans. "Once he's dead, I can't bring him back."

I lifted my head and stared at her. She could save him? Was this some sort of joke? I looked at Killian, wanting him to give me a sign.

He nodded, alleviating some of my concern.

Griffin's breathing began to slow, and his eyelids fluttered close. He was fading, and I had to put his life before my own possessive tendencies.

Everything inside me screamed for me to not allow her to touch him, but I reined in my animal. Of course, being injured made it more difficult for me. If she did do something to him, I wouldn't be able to protect him, and that made me more volatile.

"I'm going to try again." Rosemary narrowed her eyes at me. "And if you bite me, this will be the last time I help you."

She might not be the nicest person in the world, but she was blunt, and I knew where she stood. I did respect her for that. Not many people were that forthcoming. I scooted away, letting her know that I wouldn't be a problem.

"Good girl," she chuckled.

Great, she'd already gotten cocky enough for dog jokes, but if that was what it took to save Griffin, I'd gladly take them.

She placed one hand on Griffin's wound and the other on my hip. Her skin began to glow.

White light poured from her fingers, and a warm buzzing sensation smacked me straight in the chest—a fluttering feeling of safety and security like everything would be okay. It reminded me of when I was a little girl and my mom would hold me in her arms.

Rosemary’s stardust irises glowed a brilliant white as her power charged all around us. If I'd thought she was breathtaking before, I was wrong. Now she was transcendent.

I watched in awe as Griffin's chest rose once again. After a long moment, Rosemary’s skin began to fade into her normal pale complexion. She dropped her hands and faced me. "Your leg should be better also."

That was why I'd felt so safe. She’d healed both Griffin and me at the same time. I'd heard that angels were powerful beings, but that was downplaying their abilities.

Griffin slowly sat up on his hind legs, and the relief that burst through my heart was jarring. I jumped on him, forcing him to his back. I was so damn happy that he was okay. He licked my face as he rolled over on top of me, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"As much as I hate to interrupt your play, your guards are still under attack, and a boat pulled up to wait for these idiots to get away." Rosemary stood and brushed the dirt off her jeans.

She was right. We needed to help the others. There wasn't as much gunfire, but no one had made it to us. Our new priority was protecting Killian's and Griffin's packs.

I jerked my head in the direction where the others should be and took off running. There was absolutely no pain in my leg, which surprised me. Rosemary had been able to heal my leg completely, even removing the bullet.

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