My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

"No offense to either of you, but I'm f*cking over magic." Sam mumbles from the crook of Sierra's neck.

Elena side-eyes him. "Well, it's here to stay pup, and you have a direct line to it. I would apologize before your magic decides it is over your wet dog smell and stops working."

"You all may want to pray to your Goddess, the winds are shifting." Gentry gets out as a lightning bolt cracks along the sky.

"Get everyone to the tunnels, Sierra, NOW!"

We scramble. There was no time for 'I love you's' and 'see you soon's.' I just hope this wasn't the last time I speak to any of these people.

When we get outside along the main street the air is thick and green, wind is whipping around us in short bursts. The lightning is crawling across the clouds, no start or end point, just the static in constant motion.

the f*ck is that?" Wyatt skids

I keep my focus

to enjoy the way that my skin crackles just below the surface. The fire is warm and inviting to me, but can be deadly when needed.

and Thunder accompanies it in surround sound, swirling around us.

"ROAR!"

my back, then the volume of grunts and growls raise quickly as we

the rogues coming at my front. These are faster, more refined

slight movement and distraction was enough for the

determination mixed with anger thrash at anything that isn't my with adrenaline as we bite pack. don't want any survivor né. from this hoard. My heart is racing, and slash through these wolves. It takes more time than usual