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“I don’t think she can anyway. It’s a trick,” Jai snarls, but he steps back.
Sinking inside myself, I feel my wolf brush across me, and below that is the talent I keep hidden, one born from need and pain. Only Jang knows about it. Even for a wolf, it’s unheard of. Islowly coax it out, knowing better than to force it. Years of secret practice taught me that.
I bring that moon magic from my soul, down my arm, and into Lucien’s body. I keep my eyes closed, but I feel him jerk. I know he’s glowing a bright, mystic blue right now, and I hear them gasp.
I push it deeper, searching through his body. He has a fractured rib, so I heal that, and he has an out of place knee from an old injury. I right that as well before moving to his shoulder. I pour my magic into it, starting to heal it. My eyes open as I lift my other arm.
I ignore them as I tear my wrist open and smear my blood in the wound. “He needs the strength in my blood to combat it,” I explain, which is partially true. He does, but it will also allow me to track him until it’s out of his system, giving me the ability to know when they are coming.
My blood soaks into the wound as the poison is spat out. Black and oily, it rolls away from the wound and down his skin, and then his flesh starts to knit together. I heal as much as I can before dropping my arm and stepping back. There’s a pink scar, but I cannot change that. He will bear the mark for life.
I turn to Vale. “It is done. The infection is gone, and I also healed his old wounds.” I stumble a little then, feeling dizzy. He catches my arm for me, and I nod my head before ignoring them and moving back to the cell. Leaving the door open, I head inside and lie down, my back to them as I breathe through the weakness that always comes with healing.
Everything has a cost, and this one better be worth it.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Istare at her back as she breathes deeply, lying on the ground. My eyes rove unwillingly across her face, noting her beauty. In this form, her eyes are a deep brown, like turned soil, with flecks of amber and gold decorating her pupils. Her eyebrows slant over them as she shudders, wrapping herself tighter. Her face is sun-kissed, though paling now, and dusted with freckles. Her lips are plump with a perfect Cupid’s bow and an unnatural pink hue that has me looking away. Her hair, though messy, would no doubt fall in curls down to her waist, maybe even lower. It’s a deep brown with a million other shades of brown and blonde intertwined through it. Unlike my last girlfriend, I can tell her hair colour is real, not box died. She’s beautiful, with an overly innocent face, sharp, high cheekbones, and an adorable nose and chin.
My eyes drop to her body. Some scars litter her limbs, which gives me pause, knowing how serious the wounds must have been to scar since wolves heal so quickly. Her legs are long, and her feet are tiny and covered in dirt and blood from the cage. Her hips are slightly rounded, and her breasts are small and high, tipped with rosy nipples. When she flexes, I see an impressive eight pack. She’s both muscular and feminine.
In her wolf form, she was impressive.
In her human form, she is a knockout.
She’s also young, probably even a few years younger than I am.
For a moment, guilt fills me. It’s easy to hunt monsters when they are monsters, but when they look so human, it becomes harder.
While she healed Lucien, she glowed like the moon was trapped under her skin. Her hair shone with it, and when I peeked at her face, there were crescent and full moons decorating her forehead, though she seemed oblivious.
This is no normal wolf. She is something else, which means we can’t kill her.
We need to understand first, but this also means we have time since I made a promise I intend to keep. As long as Lucien survives, so will her pack, at least for another week.
I glance back to her face, wondering why she bargained for that and not her life. She could have, but she chose her people rather than her own safety.
Why?
“Vale?” Lucien groans, interrupting my train of thought.
My eyes jerk back to him as I grab his hand and hold it tight. “Brother?” I murmur.
His eyes flutter open as he flexes his body, no doubt checking every muscle—an old habit to make sure we haven’t lost any limbs. “Shit,” he mutters.
“How do you feel?” I ask, panic still lacing my voice no matter how calm I want to remain. I nearly lost him. I cannot lose my brother. I might be the leader, but he’s my family, my backbone. Without him, there is no reason to go on.
“I feel—” He blinks, swallowing. “Fucking great, better than I have in years, like someone just shot adrenaline into my heart or some shit.”
I turn my eyes back to her to see her shaking in the cage, curled into a ball. “Is that so?”
“Vale,” he snaps, and I turn back to him, using my hand to haul him up so he can sit. He glances at the cage, and that reminds me to ask him about how he knew her name later. “She saved me.”
My nostrils flare, and I ignore Jai’s angry snort. “Yes, but why?”
He shrugs, his eyes going back to the cage. We were so distracted, I forgot about the open cell door, but she hasn’t moved. If anything, she seems to be ignoring us.
“Quinn,” he asks, sliding to his feet, “are you okay?”
