Page 45 of Cosmic Power

Confusion flashed across the dozens of faces before her. They couldn’t understand why she didn’t crumble to the ground under all that dominance.

Eyes wide, one of the shifters stared in shock, realisation lighting his features. “Alpha,” he growled.

They all moved towards her slowly, the fight that was going on a moment ago completely forgotten as they spread out in front of her, tracking her like prey.

Barnabas swaggered over, his men parting ways to allow him a clear path to her. When he lazily raised a hand in the air, the shifters stopped dead in their tracks.

Zamorra didn’t shrink under the Alpha’s powerful gaze. She stood tall, staring right back at him with anger in her eyes.

Was this the moment he pimped her out to all his werewolf lackeys?

“Hello, daughter,” he said, smiling wide.

She glared. “Hello,Barney.”

Barnabas chuckled, a deep rumble that rang through the courtyard. He locked eyes with the auburn-haired shifter at her side and with a tilt of his head, motioned towards her. “Unlock her cuffs.”

Surprise flickered through Zamorra but she didn’t react, keeping her gaze on Barnabas and her face neutral as her cuffs were unlocked. They clunked to the ground, and she lightly touched her burnt and bloody wrists.

Barnabas nodded to Iris next. “Lift the spell blocking her from her werewolf.”

Zamorra couldn’t hide her reaction that time. Her mouth dropped open as the light mage stood in front of her, calling on her magic. Palms facing outwards, her hands glowing white, Iris pulled her power to a peak and then let it all out with one big thrust.

A bright white light blinded Zamorra and she hissed when her connection to her werewolf slammed back into her so hard that it made her stumble.

Heat and power coursed through her body and her eyes burned silver as her werewolf let loose a mighty roar inside her mind.

Body shaking with adrenaline, Zamorra clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as she fought her werewolf for supremacy. She would not lose control.

Let me out, her werewolf snarled, white-hot fury blasting through every inch of her, right down to her toes.

Zamorra couldn’t even respond. It was taking all her focus to keep her werewolf at bay. Her surroundings vanished as she locked into a battle of wills with the entity she shared her mind and body with.

Zamorra had never felt such pure, unadulterated rage from her werewolf before. Sure, over the years she’d felt anger from her…but nothing like this.

Silver fur burst out sporadically over Zamorra’s skin. Deep, savage growls fell from her lips. Sharp canines punctured her gums.

Her werewolf was winning.

Enough!Zamorra roared, giving one mighty push against her werewolf’s psyche.

It worked. The sensation seemed to startle her werewolf just enough for Zamorra to gain the upper hand and retake control completely, her body returning fully back to her own.

She took a deep breath, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth as the courtyard came back into view.

Barnabas laughed. “See that, gentleman?That’show you control your were!” he yelled, clapping enthusiastically.

I want to rip his goddamn fucking head off!her werewolf snarled, her anger rising again.

Join the fucking club, Zamorra growled. She cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders back.

Despite the rage filling her up inside, she was happy to be able to feel her werewolf again, to hear her voice inside her head. She couldn’t even put into words how much she had missed their connection.

Barnabas had to go and ruin it with his next words. “Time to see you in action, youngin.”

Zamorra frowned, confused.

“Kronan, you’re up first. Here’s your chance to redeem yourself.”

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