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When I was healed enough that blood didn’t pour from my neck with every step, I rushed toward the fight. Danna attacked Zen with fire that spewed from her mouth. Rune clawed and scratched, but Zen was still stronger. A dark fog grew around the fighting trio, and chanting filled the air.

It only took a moment to realize the dark fae were doing some kind of spell to help Zen, to keep him alive and keep his power.

Circe appeared out of nowhere, and she blasted the dark fae with magic. They had to turn their attention to her to fight her, and her fae friends joined in.

With the fae not able to help Zen, and Danna and Rune keeping him busy for me, I went in for the kill.

My teeth found his neck, and I bit down.

Zen’s body writhed, and he screamed and screeched, an awful sound, but I didn’t let go, and Rune and Danna kept at it, too.

I felt Zen’s life drain from him the moment he died. A deafening boom rocked outward, flattening everyone and everything in its immediate surroundings—humans and animals and structures alike—and just like that, it was all over.

The Rogues who’d survived or surrendered bowed, giving me their necks. The fae breathed hard, exhausted after fighting. I looked down at Zen’s dead body.

Slowly, he shifted, his body shrinking until, finally, he was just a man.

I shifted, too. Danna followed suit, and after that, Rune dropped into human form. All around me, the shifters who still lived turned human. My pack members were mostly still alive, a few of them injured. They’d taken out quite a few Rogues.

“He didn’t know what’d hit him,” Rune said softly.

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “It had to be done.”

Rune shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. It was right. If you didn’t do it, I would have. I’m talking about the Rogues.” He looked up, and we looked at the enchanted beings all around us. “Zen didn’t bargain on the fact that you would call in help from the pack, strengthening your role as alpha, and the Rogues just weren’t powerful enough to do this. They lost.”

When I looked around me, I realized he was right. Most of the shifters who lay dead on the floor were the Rogues. We hadn’t lost any of ours, there were only injuries, and shifters made quick work of that with quick metabolisms and healing abilities.

“Thank you,” I said. I was looking at Rune, but I meant everyone.

The pack drew closer, and despite the war being over, our collective magic still hummed in the air, ready to take on whatever came next.

“What do you want me to do with those who surrendered?” Rune asked.

“You decide what their punishment should be.”

Rune nodded, and he turned toward the Rogues who fell to their knees, hands up as if guns were pointed at them. They weren’t going to keep fighting, and that counted in their favor.

They were lucky that the good brother had survived this. I was pretty sure if it had been the other way around, Zen would have had them executed. I was sure Rune would only exile them, nothing more.

Then again, if Zen had been good, this wouldn’t have happened at all.

I turned to Danna, who came to me. I brushed her wild hair back and kissed her.

“You were incredible,” I said.

“So were you.”

“Let’s go home. Emmie’s waiting for you.”

Danna slipped her hand into mine, fingers interlinking.

“She’s waiting forus.”

26

DANNA

The next couple of days were strange. I was a dragon shifter now, and although I’d shifted and I’d learned a few things, I was still way out of my depth. My temper was all over the place, and I struggled to keep my magic under control sometimes. When I was with Wesley, it was easier, but he was out a lot, and then it wasn’t so easy to make it work.

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