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The silence filling the valley held an eerie quality. Gabrielle waved away one of the Magi with the healing talent. Her shifter healing saw to the injuries caused by the buckshot. All that remained was ruined and bloody clothing. She looked over the remnants of the battlefield—such as it was—and felt a swell of gratitude for her primogenitor Alpha. Wyatt’s overreaction and divergence from the plan probably saved them crucial moments of surprise or shock at the attempted ambush; she wasn’t sure even a lion or tiger shifter could beat his roar.
Speaking of Wyatt… where was he? No one had seen him since he used Vicki’s shield as a springboard to enter the upper floor window. He left a trail of savaged bodies in his wake, but the trail faded deeper in the house.
Gabrielle’s eyes returned
