Sacrificed

btf

r nonsense. I stuffed the boxers behind the sofa cushion

ged from the bathroom, his

clenched my stomach muscles, hardened my heart, but my inner wolf

urning Beowulf's attention to him. "Except for the last g

wiveled back to

gainst my skin. Resentment burned in my chest, both at their attempts to hold me responsible for

twins' plan? Certainly not their respect. They were a pair of d

them

s rose with a

people to complete the work of one than fo

nd set up the grill," Eagon said. "She told Ch

heated the surface of my skin. That bast

down with disgust. For once, I was gl

da," Umb

m and settled it on the TV area. "Two empty cans of lager. Two dents on t

early, Alpha,

. "Frida sai

ke an ax. Flaring his nostrils, he strode to the sofa and

nd I forced my featu

is thumb and forefinger. "You." He turned

ve for this, but by the time they healed from their injuries, I would be ready for them.

d forward. My breath hitched. It was now three against two. If the twins had any

ck of my neck stand on end. "If you so m

ehind me, muffling what

lawn surrounding the guest house. Today was one of the warmest Spring Equinoxes on re

tight. Our Supernatural City got exposed to the Human World a few months ago, and a horde of them tried to attack. Beowulf and his colleague

lf sculpture whose head pointed to the sky. My steps quickened, and I hurried to take a better lo

nks exploding and broken pieces of metal floating in thin air. The entire work of art stoo

asked a rough voi

f a man who smelled like copper pennies

t the sculpture. "How on earth

Three hundred years of practice and a pinch o

ows drew tog

in. "Do your wolf part

my nose.

ched out his arms and leaned to the side, making his spine pop. "All the extra magic prote

he guest house. "Sh

phasis. "It's best to get a wardsmith to secure the statue, just in cas

g blank. "What's the point when yo

shrug. "It would be remiss

nforcers shoved the twins onto the front steps. My sto

y from the mage. "Maybe you should t

d his features into a g

front gates. Guilt clutched at my insides, but I shoved those feelings down into the pit of my stomach. Eago