Chapter 39
The pack was splintering as I stood by and watched it happen. Then I wasn’t watching but was instead joining in the fight...on the side that was not my own.
Because Liam had been around star balls long enough to know that I could draw the blade containing my magic back to me using pure willpower. And as the hilt snugged into the palm of the body I borrowed, my feet carried me across the intervening space and toward the male who had recently held my sword.
I felt rather than saw Ransom roll away between us. Smelled rather than saw Gunner ready himself for my attack.
Back in the pine grove, my stomach roiled with horror. I was about to strike the werewolf who had been nothing but kind to me. I was able to eviscerate my pack mate....
There on the hilltop, however, my hand rema
