thought you hated each other.”
 
 “Dragan was a demented aberration—half sorcerer, half werewolf, driven
 
 mad by a dark split in his soul. The pack came to us for help. We thought it
 
 could be a new beginning, but Alistair Laurent, Jaxson’s father, betrayed us
 
 not long after we brought Dragan down. A treachery so deep that it still cuts
 
 my bones.”
 
 With a sharp motion, she turned me to face her, eyes blazing with
 
 unbridled fury. “Never trust a wolf. When it comes down to it, they will
 
 always choose pack over justice, pack over truth, pack over anyone else—and
 
 that includes you.” Her shoulders dropped as she gave a heavy sigh. “That,
 
 more than anything, is why I don’t like you working with Jaxson. He may be
 
 helping you now, but one day, he will have to make a choice, and you’ll be
 
 on the losing end. I guarantee it.”
 
 My gut twisted. Some part of my soul knew it was true.
 
 “You can only ever rely on yourself, Savannah. That’s why you need to
 
 master your power.”
 
 I’d been practicing sorcery with Aunt Laurel every day, but I couldn’t
 
 manage too much yet. So far, I’d found that I could release bursts of power,
 
 control shadows, and snuff candles. It seemed so small compared to the blood
 
 sorcerer, compared to what Casey and my aunt could do…but it was more
 
 than I’d ever imagined two weeks ago.
 
 I looked down at my right hand and drew in a little of my power. It
 
 appeared as dark wisps of shadow that trickled over my skin and stung like
 
 ice water. “I’m not even really sure I understand what my magic is.”
 
 “You need to know who you are to understand what your magic is, and
 
 what your magic is to understand who you are. Right now, you’re searching
 
 for both. That’s why we’re going to accelerate your training.”
 
 The last time my aunt had wanted to accelerate my training, she’d tried
 
 sucking my magic out with a doohickey that, if dialed up to full strength,
 
 could consume half of Magic Side.