Raven’s POV
The net tightened like a noose. Pain shot through my arms and legs as enchanted fibers dug into my skin.
I saw them. I should have done better.
I thrashed hard under the net. Cold seeped into my skin as the bike dragged me faster.
"Moon goddess, why is this happening to me?" I cried. My magic wasn't working. The black threads from at my fingertips constantly vanished as soon as they touched the net. The net drank my power like wine.
Or maybe it was me. I had weakened myself to put up that illusion in the bathroom. I was yet to recover from the Lycan fight last night. For the first time in a long time, I felt helpless. My magic couldn't save me.
Panic clawed up my throat. I couldn’t breathe right. Snow flew into my mouth. My body bounced over hidden rocks.
I twisted again
