Chapter 18
Genevieve dug her paws into the spongy surface of the air and struggled toward her rescuers. Sariel bounded to the edge of the water in a single leap, and the woman on his back continued her missive to the forest around her. The tug of the water’s willow branches grew stronger, faster, and she flew over the pool.
Ophelia’s white eyes were still rolled in the back of her head, and Genevieve pummeled toward them faster and faster. She was going to collide with Sariel. The great wolf’s eyes widened. Ophelia shot her hand forward, nearly striking Genevieve in the muzzle, and she fell to the ground. Ooph. The impact knocked her breath away, and small stones bruised her back, all along her curved spine.
In a billow of mossy robes, the druid woman alighted from Sariel’s back and sto
