Vindicated

ake you suffer centuries

d his scrawny legs, wrapped my hands around his bony ankles and pushed my wolf's m

own at me through eyes wide

h my teeth, "The only thing Fenrir will watc

he flames with the palms of his hands, bu

only stoked the flames. Flames that spread up his legs, filling the air with

ion would end his magic. Wrapping my hands around its handle, I ch

having deceived her but I continued burning the

rils with the stench of charred flesh. He snatched the smolder

with the might o

t separated our souls, snarling, snappin

the shaman's scorched face. "Go back to Marc

." Grog pulled back his fo

to the agony of my heat. I grabbed at his ankle again, this ti

of fury across my skin, giving m

s staff over my skull. "Let

e at the shama

for this," F

ces of broken glass and sliced across my skin. Shuddering through the sens

m and thrashed from side to side.

knees landing on the smaller man's torso. The sha

th hands, tore it from his shoulders, and

d from the shaman's neck and pooled across the floor, reaching my legs. I was ab

ils were no longer an incandescent white, but his skin

broke. "I should

my head. This was

h my body, turned me onto my b

is earthy scent, letting it wash through my senses. My wolf calmed, and some of the madness clouding

he murmured

"The poison was supposed to keep you unconscious for a

a powerful enemy." He turned toward

you see?

his brow furrowed. "A ma

said. "The Nors

nce more. "Whatever magic he was

exhaled a relieved breath. "That's be

ed. "Ano

e with Marchosias," I murmured. "When the Supernatural Council

his teeth. "Then we n

e a wet cloth, and all the muscles of my body turned rigid. The sensations of lit dynami

yd

uch that my teeth chattered. "It'

filled the air. I cracked open an eye to find a headless white wolf standing behind hi