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I don’t want a repeat of the Fuzzy debacle,I thought at him.There’s still one ring left, isn’t there?
Quinn shook his head.No. It’s the dragon’s.
Liar. Wouldn’t he have come by now? Just give me a moment.
I looked the wolf straight in the eye and asked, “Are you under a spell?”
The wolf growled. His lips pulled back, showing a sharp, sinister line of fangs.
The hair rose on my neck.
I don’t think he’s spelled, Dove,Quinn snarked,Permission to kill him now?
I nodded, stepping closer to Quinn.
That drew the wolf forward. And out of the shadows stepped several of his friends.
Quinn and I were surrounded.
And we were out of Flight.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Sard!” I ran through the woods barefoot, in only a man’s white shirt. Quinn ran completely naked, taking up position behind me to guard our rear. We were too far from the capital, too far from the castle.
Shite, shite, shite! My brain couldn’t think anything useful with the sound of wolves growling all around me.
One leapt out of the forest in front of me.
I unsheathed Ryan’s hairpin weapon from the leather band on my arm. I only had a second to wonder if I’d have to use it when a huge shadow dropped from the sky, landing on the wolf.
A horrid roar filled the air.
I skidded to a halt. Quinn stopped just behind me. He threw his hands around my waist, ready to fling me behind him.
Because in front of me, diving out of the sky, was a winged bear.
The bear smacked another wolf as it tried to attack, sending the creature flying.
The bear dropped to all fours and ran straight at us. Quinn pulled me aside just as the bear batted away a wolf that had tried to sneak up on us from behind.
After that, the wolves seem to forsake us as prey. The darted back off into the shadows.
I was breathing hard. My blood was pumping so fast I could hear it in my ears.
The bear turned toward us. I walked backward and tripped over the body of the wolf that had been smashed upon the bear’s landing.
Quinn scooped me up, eyes on the bear. I had to move the hairpin to my other hand to avoid stabbing my knight. He started to slowly back us further away.
The bear eyed us for a moment. And I felt certain it was going to lunge. Felt certain that my life wasn’t going to end with rebellion or my head on a chopping block. I felt sure I was about to be assassinated by a foreign queen.
Until a bluebird dive bombed the bear.
The bird smacked the bear directly on the nose and then fluttered its wings. Its claws settled into the fur on the bear’s head and it pecked at the bear’s ear.
The bear sat back on its ass and with a thump. He swatted at the bird, which came fluttering over to land on my shoulder.
“Blue?” I asked, incredulous. My hand went over my heart and my head tried to tell it to slow down. But it took a bit.
