Chapter 48
I turned from Cain, my flesh still buzzing with the magic of what had just happened between us and my heart thrashing with adrenaline. It was a pure force of will not to tear the clothes from his flesh and claim him entirely right there in the middle of the chaos with the moonlight pouring down on us and blood staining my flesh.
But I couldn’t give in to that urge just yet. Because a flash of movement had just caught my eye and I spotted Vard racing away towards the snow-covered mountains, his form already shrinking in the distance as he sped from the melee of battle.
“Go,” Cain barked, his eyes following mine to the monster who was so deserving of the death I had in mind for him. “I’ll clear you a path.”
The guards and remaining monstrous creations were putting up a ferocious battle all around us; Ethan, Sin and Max all caught up in the fight with them and more still racing for me and Cain.
I looked around for Roary but couldn’t spot him anywhere, my gut twisting with concern. But I knew what my mate would want me to do. He wouldn’t want me hunting for him; he’d want me to chase after his Lion. So that was what I would do.
I gave Cain a sharp nod and he shot from me, ripping into the guards who had gotten closest to us and hurling a fireball into the face of a winged beast which dove from the sky in my direction.
Its shrieks of pain and fury filled the air, and I ripped my coat off as I broke into a run, hurling the fabric aside before wrenching my shirt over my head and tossing that away too.
I howled loudly, Ethan echoing the call from somewhere at my back as I unbuckled my pants and shoved them down.
I leapt into the shift, the last of my clothes falling from my body or tearing right off of it as I burst into my Wolf form and howled again, moonlight gilding my silver fur so that I shone far brighter than the snowy landscape.
The scent of terror filled my nostrils as I locked my gaze onto Vard and with a snarl that curled my lips back from my teeth, I raced after him into the wilds.