Chapter 38
The brothers were better matched than I would have expected...especially with my training coming along for the ride on Ransom’s sword. In fact, we might have ended the contest prematurely had Tank not stepped forward out of the darkness to hand the younger brother an entirely corporeal weapon that otherwise closely matched my own.
“First blood,” Gunner suggested as he hefted the weapon as easily as if it was an extension of his body. And the first clang of blades sent a jolt of electricity up my spine.
This was wrong, having my magic diverted from my body. Even worse, though, was fighting against a werewolf I’d come to accept as a member of my pack.
I had no say in the matter, however. Instead, when Ransom started falling for a feint that would have left him wide open, I fel
