POV EMMA BELLE
Felix was still coughing up blood behind me, leaning against a rock, his chest rising and falling with a painful hiss. Seeing the trace of the silver nets burning his skin was the last nail in the coffin of my patience. Something inside me, something older than the mountain and wilder than any she-wolf, broke definitively.
I didn't walk to Caleb. I slid on the ground, my feet barely touching the snow, surrounded by an aura of white light so intense that mercenaries trying to get in the way fell to their knees, their eyes bleeding from the pressure of my presence.
Damon and Nathaniel, who were leading the final charge in the middle of the valley, stopped in their tracks. Damon's fire died down for a moment as he stared up the hill, his golden eyes wide.
"What th
