Thirty-Four
“Keon!” Erin screamed. She twisted, biting her captor’s hand. He yelled, letting her go. With a snarl, he reached for her again but froze at his leader’s growl. This was what he had been waiting for, the rumor he wanted to prove. Erin bolted for her brother’s crumpled form. She clutched it close as tears blurred her vision. He was so pale and still in her arms as his life rapidly slipped away. Erin had to do something, even if it meant breaking her promise to her father. ‘Eir!’ Her wolf surged forward, filling her brother’s tiny body. Pain sliced through her throat, but Erin knew it was part of the process and refused to break her focus. The burn of silver was easy to ignore as she pressed on, willing the bleeding to stop and the wound to close. Erin’s breathing became labored and
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