KAEL
Her screams tore through me.
Pain. Sharp and wrong.
My wolf surged forward before I could think. He ripped free as I slammed through the door. Magic filled the room, thick and bright around Aria and the witches. She lay on her back on the floor, body arched high, screaming as if they were tearing her apart.
There was no pause. No thought.
The wolf took over and charged.
Magic struck us as we crossed the room, but it did not hold. I crashed through it. The force of it shook the whole coven.
“Damn it. Corvin!” Mireya shouted.
Aria’s screams cut off.
That did not calm the wolf.
He shoved past the witches and stood over her body, hunched and growling, ready to tear apart anyone who touched her.
“Kael, she knew it might hurt,” Karin said, her voice steady. “We are helping her.”
