The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 98

“Jason White,” I growl, recognizing him from the pictures from the F-Rec’s database.

“Graham Grey,” he greets me. “I was hoping it’d be your brother who’d come, but I won’t be picky.”

“Where is she?” I ask him. “I swear, if you did something to her, I’ll make you wish you were never born.”

Jason waves his hand, bored of my words.

“Spare me the threats,” he says. “I’m not in the mood for your temper tantrum.”

“Temper tantrum?” I force a laugh. “You wish it was only that. Give her to me.”

“My, how dramatic you are,” he shakes his head. “You wolves really like to make everything worse for yourselves. By the way, I hope your family is home. The radicals are on their way to pay them a visit.”

“Oh, they are,” I growl with a beastly smile, exposing my long canines. “It’s going to be a real party.”

Jason’s eyes widen in surprise. He didn’t expect this kind of response.

If Tiana hadn’t called to warn us, this conversation would have gone differently. Jason likes to keep people on their toes, always a step ahead. We’re not in a position where he can toy with us.

“Let me clarify a few things for you,” I say with a smirk. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with. There’s no way for you to get out of this alive. You might’ve had a chance if you hadn’t kidnapped Cassie.”

“Oh, right, your mate,” he muses. “She’s been keeping me company. She’s very talkative and…well, responsive.”

I roar loudly, losing my cool for a moment.

“If you’ve touched her…” I trail off, unable to continue.

“She didn’t even whimper,” Jason finishes for me.

“Fucking psycho!” I exclaim.

He’s lying, my wolf urges. Feel her through the bond.

We stare at each other in silence for what feels like hours. He knows he’s trapped. I’ll get Cassie back and bring an end to this nightmare once and for all.

He can’t defeat us all. He’s a Leiatic, a powerful one, but not the smartest guy in the universe. He doesn’t stand a chance.

“So, are we doing this or what?” he teases, raising his palm. A ball of fire erupts there, and before I can reply, he throws it at me.

I step to the side, easily avoiding it. We face each other again and repeat the action. The flames are weaker than before and die in the air, the ashes dropping to the floor.

“I think I’m a bit rusty,” Jason mutters. The corners of his mouth lift in a small smile. “It’s a good thing I have a lot of arsenal in my collection.”

Before I can try to figure out what he means by that, the floor underneath me freezes. To keep my balance, I use my shadows to steady me, but the ice is too slippery. The unexpected ability catches me by surprise. I fall backward, landing hard on my back. Fuck.

Hurry, my wolf tells me, guiding me onto my feet. The cold’s already traveling up my body to freeze me.

Use the healing power to keep us warm, I tell him.

Jason continues to step forward. He allows the mutated witch’s spell to take over me further and further.

“This is actually quite enjoyable,” Jason chuckles. “It’s just you and me. One on one. It’s a good practice run before I release my powers on Garren.”

We have to fight back, my wolf urges. Attack is the best defense.

I call on my shadows and they dive at Jason. He lifts his hands and pushes them back at me. It feels like an icy wind blows in my face, and I’m thrown back to the ground.

That’s impossible, I growl. How can he control my shadows?