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.

skids to a

can feel her." I keep my focus

fire magic, wanting it to be ready to hit anyone that pops out of the shadows. I am starting to enjoy the way that my skin crackles just below the surface. The fire is warm and inviting to me, but

surround sound, swirling around us. We all move into protective circles, as ready as

"ROAR!"

back, then the volume of grunts and growls raise quickly as we are surrounded by a monsoon of red-eyed wolves

for the rogues coming at my front. These are faster, more refined in their movements.

to collide with another. Jaws are snapping and biting at every available piece of fur. I sidestep my hind legs as I feel one approach from behind, but the slight movement and distraction was enough for the rogue in front of me to get a decent nip on leg. The poison in their

bite pack. don't want any survivor né. from this hoard. My heart is racing, and slash through these wolves. It takes more