Chapter Sixteen
Lucia ran through the forest. Her feet pounded the rich earth in tempo to her racing heart. Low-hanging branches from trees and bushes slapped against her wrist in time to the flutter of her pulse. She'd always been the fastest of the novices with lycan blood running through her veins. It had never felt like a race with her Sisters. Tonight, under the full Blue Moon, Jackson's wolf was closing in on her.
This would be the first time she would lose, and very soon. A moonbeam brightened the side of her face and she heard a whisper in her ear; slow down.
Lucia laughed at the thought of surrender, of yielding, of submission. She was a witch. If he wanted to win he'd have to—
The wolf nipped at her heels. Startled by the snare of his teeth, she tumbled to the ground.
It was
