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“Dark Hunters,” I call, getting the pack’s attention. “Follow me!”
Tom’s limp body stays behind, his eyes wide open and staring blankly into nothingness. Hints of fear and pain linger on his expression, forever marking the last things he would ever feel.
We enter the building closest to us, prepared to face the witches head on, in case that’s the one that they’re attacking us from. It’s important that they keep eye contact when weaving a spell, which is why the dark shield momentarily protected us, but have no doubt that they have other cards hidden up their sleeves. There’s too much that we still don’t know about witches.
Our only chance is to attack them straight on and force them to focus on only one wolf each. As a coven chanting together, they’re too strong, but if we overwhelm them and break their attention from one to nine or ten different wolves, we’ll be clear winners. That’s always the plan. It’s the only way to kill them.
“Looks clear,” Blaine says when we enter.
“Sarah, Esme, Patrick, and Alaysia, go with Blaine to make sure,” I order, splitting the pack into big enough parts that we’d still be strong enough to deal with witches. Hopefully, the coven that’s on our asses isn’t too big, otherwise, we’re fucked either way.
The chosen group departs, leaving me with Patrick, Jesse, Elliana, and Garren. To the newbie’s credit, his muscles are tensed in alertness as he stays close to the floor and carefully looks through the window without the need to be asked to keep guard.
A small noise gets my attention, coming from the other direction than where Blaine and his group went. I quickly lift my index finger and gently put it against my lips to make sure that the pack stays silent.
I point at Patrick, Jesse, and Elliana to take the lead, with Garren and I following a couple of steps behind to cover our backs. When they’ve advanced, I nod at Garren who comes to my side. We’re all straining our ears to catch anything, but except for our breathing and the gentle shuffling of our feet, there’s nothing else.
Something’s wrong, my wolf says, finding the eerie silence just as weird and unnatural as I do.
She doesn’t need to say it twice because, in that exact moment, something unexplainable makes a little clicking sound. We have just enough time to exchange a confused glance before a deafening explosion pierces the quiet air, the sudden boom hurting our ears. The forceful blast throws us in different directions. While Garren and I go flying back to where we came from, the other three disappear further into the now-burning and collapsing building.
My arm breaks at a weird angle when I awkwardly and painfully land on it. A guttural, animalistic groan escapes my lips as I try to control my breathing to keep myself from blacking out.
Hold on, my wolf urges, working hard and fast to heal me. You’re going to have to push the bone back in or I won’t be able to heal it.
FUCK! I yell, using my inner voice to stay off the witches’ radar in case they don’t know where I am.
Strong hands grab me under my shoulders and pull me backward toward the corner. I’m struggling to hold onto my consciousness, which makes my vision less than reliable. I catch a glimpse of black hair covered with dust, a chiseled jaw, and high cheekbones with several small scratches on one side.
“Garren,” I croak out, my voice full of pain.
“It’s okay. I got you,” he assures me, his pupils dilated.
“The others?” I ask through gritted teeth. I’ve lost sight of them in the explosion, and I’m too overwhelmed with pain to focus on my senses to try to locate them.
“I don’t know,” he replies, but something flickers across his face that makes me believe he’s lying. Before I can call him out on it, he tentatively reaches for my broken arm. “I’ll set it for you, okay?”
I nod and take a deep breath to ride out the uncomfortable wave. As soon as Garren touches the broken part, the agonizing pain spreads all over my body, further amplifying when he pushes the broken part in.
Hold on, my wolf urges again, her warm healings already weaving a tender but healthy tissue around the wound.
Black spots dance in front of my vision and my hearing turns muffled. I’m fairly sure that Garren’s lips are moving but the fog is too heavy for me to sort through.
You have to fight, my wolf orders, her voice on the verge of desperation. If you black out, we’re dead. Fight, Alyssa!
It’s too much. I’m too overwhelmed and the pain’s residue is still too strong. While I’m used to getting injured and can deal with pain, but this time it’s different. It’s almost as if the explosion had something else in it. Could it be a piece of a spell?
My eyelids flutter and my eyes roll backward. Even though my vision is now enveloped in complete darkness, I’m still somewhat aware of my surroundings. That’s how I know that Garren’s doing something to me.
Both my now healed and my uninjured hands are clasped between his. A slight tickle from what must be his hair makes me think that he’s leaning his forehead against our joined hands. I’m not sure what he’s doing, I just know what I’m feeling.
It starts slowly and gently, then all of a sudden, it grows into a rushing force that washes all over me. It’s as if I was dirty before and after its touch, I’m clean and refreshed. My body is strong again, and my skin and bones healed. My mind is clearing up and my senses returning.
What just happened? my wolf asks, just as shocked by a sudden fast recovery to a degree that even her healing process couldn’t achieve.
When I manage to open my eyes, Garren’s looking at me with concern in his gaze. He gives me a relieved smile, our hands still clutched together, but they’re now pressed against his cheek.
“What did you do?” I croak out, my voice hoarse and gravelly.
