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Braden smiled at Veyda. “Time to die, Bitch.” Okay, Maeve, when!
From his peripheral, he watched her jump to her feet, a seamless move combined with wolf precision. She let loose with her fierce killing power at the exact same moment so that now two golden, glimmering streams of power flowed toward Veyda.
The dark witch’s eyes went wide as she started backing up. But the space was small in Maeve’s burrow and the stone wall of the cave stopped her.
Sweat poured down her face as she tried to counter both their killing streams at once. When she lifted her right hand to throw another spell toward Maeve, Braden adjusted the flow of his power and pinned her arm to the wall.
She started to scream. Her arm withered then simply disappeared.
The flow of her power began to ebb. Both he and Maeve moved toward her.
Braden knew they had her now. “You deserve worse than this, Veyda, for all the suffering you’ve caused.”
Unlike her, he had no interest in torture. So, instead of prolonging the moment, he added a boost of wolf power. The flow of his killing stream finished hers off. Without her killing power to protect her, his gold stream broke through to her chest then pierced her all the way through.
She threw her head back as if to scream, but she had no lungs left to deliver the air.
With her mouth wide open and her neck arched, she slid down the wall to the floor. Her chest was a gaping, smoking hole.
He lowered his arm. Maeve did the same. She held her nose. “The smell.”
“Rancid. Just like the woman.”
He took her arm and wheeled her out of the burrow. “I’ll get my wolves to take care of her carcass. I don’t want you near her.”
“Your wolves? You mean in Savage?”
“No. Greg and his crew.”
Once in the spellroom, he closed the door.
His wolves.
Funny how life could change so quickly. He hadn’t mean his Savage wolves at all. He’d meant his wolves at the Landing.
He still didn’t want Maeve anywhere near the witch’s remains. So, he guided her up the stairs and back to her living room.
He got on his phone and called Greg to let him know the witch was dead and that he needed the pack’s help to remove the body.
Greg gave a shout, then started to howl in celebration.
“We’re on our way.” He could hear the other wolves join in as well. He took Maeve’s arm and piloted her up the second set of spiral stone steps.
By the time he stepped across the purple protection spell, he saw the wolves as a pack coming toward the building. They were still howling and carrying on.
Maeve tugged on his arm. He glanced at her then watched as she got rid of her security spell. “They’ll need access to the stairs.”
“Good thinking.”
As the howling wolves drew closer, Braden threw his own head back and released a long howl punctuated with yips. The wolves joined him. The hallway beyond soon flooded with the rest of the Landing residents.
Word got out and there was more applause and cheers than he’d heard in a long time.
Maeve kept throwing her head back. He understood. “You should howl with us. It’ll feel good. Real good.”
He slid his hand down her arm and slapped his palm against hers, then held on.
