The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 99

There’s something unnatural about him, my wolf replies. No one has that kind of power. It’s unheard of.

If we don’t come up with a plan soon, he’ll kill us, I tell him. Right now, he’s just toying with us. We have to finish him before he gets bored.

Should we try to tire him? my wolf asks.

Too risky, I reply. We don’t know how much power he wields.

Then let me out, my wolf growls. I’ll rip him apart.

Sounds like a plan, I reply. With a grunt, I call my wolf forward.

My muscles and bones start to ache with my coming transformation. I grit my teeth as I spread my arms and clench my fists tightly, using the pain as fuel to spur my powers forward.

For a brief moment, Jason falters, his smile slipping.

“Damn, I was so hoping you’d do that,” he shakes his head. “It should be fun, right?”

And before I can reply, the shadows enter my body, reinforcing my flesh and strengthening my muscles. I land on all fours, my eyes locked on Jason’s in a beastly challenge.

Let’s see him try his tricks now, my wolf growls.

I’ll use the shadows to cover us, I say, aware that it’s the only thing I can offer while being on the inside.

Fine by me, he mutters and charges.

Jason raises his arm, catching me in a paralyzing hold. I feel him putting enough magic in his spell to hold me for days. When that won’t suffice, he pumps it with his rage.

While he’s focused on his spell, I use the opportunity to call forth the shadows from behind him. The darkness rises like a rising tide, rolling through the space to where Jason stands.

His hold is strong, but I can’t let myself become idle in the battle. In this instance, thinking fast is the best way of protecting Cassie. And to stay alive.

I’m not used to fighting. Our strengths lay behind the screen. Apart from the lessons at The Academy, I didn’t go through any proper training.

But I have to try now. I need to survive for Cassie and for myself.

My black claws erupt from the tips of my paws as I jerk my arm, breaking out of the paralyzing spell that threatens to envelop me completely. Jason is angry. His spells aren’t getting weaker, even with our fight.

Now, my wolf orders.

I yank the shadows from behind Jason and sweep him off his feet. He stumbles to the side, losing a grip on the paralyzing spell and allowing me to leap into the air. As my powerful hindlegs push off the ground, I’m struck by the sensation of wrongness.

I land on nothing.

An emptiness.

Jason isn’t there.

A low whistle comes from behind me. “Here, doggy,” he teases me.

With a snarl, I’m spinning around. My jaw opens, ready to snatch him.

Jason expects it. He sidesteps and flings his wrist upward. A circle of purple starts swirling. At the beginning, it’s like a black hole in the night sky. But as his spell builds up, the purple gleam twists and turns around, picking up speed until I feel the wind pushing me toward the other end of the warehouse.

His face lights up with a villainous smile. He truly believes he has this won.

What the fuck is that thing? I ask, staring at the purple light.

A witch’s trick, my wolf mutters, fighting the current.