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The she-bitch from hell charged forward, and my body shifted with a speed I was unaccustomed to. We howled in pain as bones changed and reknit, dropping us to all fours while we took on our true form.
We lunged at the first creature to make it past Vir as he focused on the warrior. Our speed surprised it, and we tore its throat out with ease, rebounding off it and ripping the leg out from another. Free from our constraints, we fought as one, jaws and claws tearing the enemy apart as fast as we could.
They came even faster, their sheer number driving us back. Vir had dispatched one warrior and now another, but other shapes were entering the tunnel as more warriors came.
We fought as hard as we could. Black blood dripped from our jaws, our vision dimmed with red, both from the blood blocking our vision but also from rage. We didn’t want to die, and that pissed us off.
A wave of blue fire lit up a warrior, and Vir slammed his spear through the throat of another, buying us a momentary reprieve even as the mass of smaller creatures came forward on all fours in a wave of darkness.
We stared at them, trying to pick out individual details, but it was all happening too fast to get a real picture ofwhatwe were fighting. They walked on four legs, but everything about them was so dark it was hard to grasp more specifics than that. They had a head and possibly a tail, we didn’t know.
But they died, and that was all that mattered. On and on we fought until one of the warriors pierced Vir’s defenses, rocking him back.
We howled and went to his aid. The warrior’s pitch-black blade swept down at me. We ducked under it, hitting it low in the feet, disrupting its balance. It flailed its arms, and a golden spear took it in the chest. Snarling in victory, we went after the second warrior, but before we could get to it, heat blossomed on our flank.
A moment later, pain slammed into our brain as we registered the hit of the third warrior, its blade gouging a deep line in our side.
Vir bellowed his rage and launched a new attack. Blue flame burned the minor creatures, forcing them back. They raced up the tunnel, leaving just us and the two warriors.
Launching ourselves at the leftmost warrior, the one who had cut us, we snapped and feinted at his feet, keeping him occupied while Vir dealt with the other. We feinted left, went right, only that was a feint, too, and we went back left.
The warrior was waiting, and its blade sliced a gouge down our chest, flinging us back until we smacked a shoulder against the barrier and hit the ground, disoriented by the blow.
Nearby, Vir howled and tried to come to our aid. He took a blow in the process that sent him stumbling. A warrior lifted its blade and went to deliver the killing blow.
We slammed into its feet, using our body as a battering ram. It kicked us. Hard. We bounced and rolled past Vir, who was wrestling with the other warrior. I shifted back, my wolf having had enough.
“Get out of here, Vir,” I groaned, climbing to my knees, my back to the barrier.
He kicked the warrior off him, sending it flying across the chamber, momentarily creating space between the final warrior and us.
“I won’t let you die here,” he growled, but I could see he knew the truth.
We were both dead.
I reached out and took his hand, not sure why. “I’m sorry,” I said.
He stared at our intertwined fingers. “Why did–”
The last warrior came charging in. Vir blocked him with his spear, but with only one hand to hold it, he fell back into me as the warrior pushed. I was pushed back against the barrier, my back making contact–
And we fell through it, hitting the ground on the other side.
All three of us.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Ihowled in instant agony as the full force of my Soulbond slammed back into me with incomprehensible savagery.
Scratching, clawing at my face, I tried to deal with the brutal wake-up call as I rolled on the ground screaming while my head tried to tear itself in half.
GO TO HIM. He is yours. You are his.
The message repeated itself over and over again. Some part of me knew I had to ignore it, I had to shove it aside, there was a very good reason for it, but I’d forgotten what it was. The only thing I wanted now was to be with him. To find Johnathan. Only he could set me free from this pain.
My wolf was trying to tear herself free of my control, and as we fought, my body changed back and forth repeatedly, hair growing and shrinking all over me, and I’m sure other things did too.
“Danielle Wetter! Get up!” a voice boomed.
