[Isolde]
The shaman was the little girl all along?
I moved in a rush to help Nikolai up from the ground, my hands reaching for his arms to pull him back into his wheelchair. The metal frame had toppled when that bastard hunter shoved him, and now Nikolai was sprawled awkwardly on the dirt like a discarded toy.
His face was red with rage. Flushed so dark I could see it even in the dim light from the night stars.
To think the almighty Nikolai Quinn, former heir to one of the most powerful werewolf families in the region, was now not only paralyzed, but weak enough to be bullied by mere hunters.
Humans, no less.
The indignity of it must have been eating him alive.
I tried to help him up, tried to be gentle about it, but he slapped my arm away hard enough to sting.
“I can get up by m
