Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Wyatt laughs. “I’m collecting my mate and then you all get to deal with my wrath.”
“What on earth?” I cry out. “No!”
He can’t just walk away from this.
“I know what it is,” Aphra whispers. “I made it weeks ago for Soleil. I didn’t know it was one of the things she gave him.”
“Can we get something to stop it? Reverse it? What is it?” Grey demands and his eyes are bleeding.
Aphra winces at the sight of Grey’s blood-streaked face.
“He’s okay,” I tell her.
Wyatt can’t just walk out of here. No. No!
Tyson, Grey, and Jase are all shifting to wolf shape, blocking the exit by the bathrooms. My brother moves in the direction of the opposite entrance. Joel and Riley are dropping their clothes and shifting before he gets to them, blocking that door to the library in their wolf shapes.
“This won’t last forever, right? It’ll wear off?” I ask.
My brother walks through the crowd, his shield knocking people out of his way. Wolf-shaped pack members growl and charge at him but it’s like he’s in an invisible bubble with enough strength to push his way through the crowd. He pushes toward Mason, and as Mason shifts to his large white wolf, Wyatt runs at him and walks right over top of him.
No! I grab my hair on both sides of my head in frustration.
Now Wyatt is facing off with Tyson’s massive black wolf. The size of the teeth on Tyson’s wolf are bigger than I’ve ever seen.
The rage in his now-glowing green eyes has my stomach going sour, the taste of vomit in my mouth. This is a terrifying sight. But my brother isn’t quaking in his boots. He looks terrible, his face still looks like he’s feeling pain and I know he can’t shift to wolf shape, but he feels confidence in his ability to get out of here because nobody can penetrate this shield.
Shit. Why didn’t someone take his wallet? Probably because it seemed harmless. And why did Malachi untie him? Probably because he figured there was no way my brother could weasel his way out of this situation. He can’t weasel out of it. He absolutely can’t. I can’t have him out there somewhere threatening our future.
Wait! I know what to do.
“Greyson!” I shout.
My mate, in his wolf shape, immediately looks at me.
“There’s a gun in the Airstream. In Wyatt’s coat! I need it!”
Wyatt’s eyes snap in my direction and it’s plain to see. That gun is exactly what I need. The gun with the seven special bullets in it.
“Yes! Yes, you fucking do!” Aphra exclaims. “Slow him down, everyone!”
Wyatt looks tweaked, panicked, as he rushes in my direction. Wolves and people move in his path, getting in his way, pushing the bubble he’s in with hands, with noses.
Grey shifts back and says, “Can I somehow pull the magic from him. Erase the spell?”
Aphra shakes her head. “No.”
“I did it with the poison in the hospital that had my mom-”
“This is different,” Aphra says. “I don’t know of a way. But Stacy–”
“What about Erica?” Grey tries. “SCC says she’s the most powerful witch seen in generations.”
“Maybe…” Aphra shrugs.
“Grey,” I say.
“We’ll get Erica here,” He says. “You tell her the spell and maybe she can help.”
I grab his hand. “The gun, Grey. I need that gun.” I rush to go for it myself, demanding to the alphas crowding the doorway, “Out of my way, please! Arcana Falls alphas! Please keep surrounding him, please don’t let him leave!”
Grey hesitates, but seems to decide something and shifts to wolf shape again. He rushes out the back door by the bathroom. Wyatt is across the space by the library exit and now it feels like a race is about to happen as he pushes his way, walking over top of Tyson’s wolf in his bubble.
“He’s in that bubble so he can’t get that gun, right?” I ask Aphra, grabbing her hand and rushing to follow Grey.
“He can’t penetrate his own shield. Not to eat, drink, nothing. He has to take another dose to end it and he has one in there, but those bullets I spelled for Soleil? Yes. Those will penetrate anything. They’ll penetrate that shield. One for the shield and then a second shot will take him out.”
I get outside and Grey is already running back toward the building, the gun in hand. I grab it and it’s not hard to see my brother, bouncing outside as if running on air over top of a huge snarling brown wolf.
My brother flips doing a mid-air somersault as the brown wolf punts my brother’s shield as if he’s inside a transparent beach ball. Next he bounces off Mase’s huge pure white wolf, who tries to bite but instead sends Wyatt airborne again, now bouncing off a black and white wolf’s head. It looks like a game of wolf shifter volleyball. It hits the roof of this barn and comes down to bounce off Mason’s white wolf’s nose again. This time Mason throws his wolf’s weight into it, jumping up and sending my brother extra high before he bounces off a tree trunk. Wyatt lands not far from Tyson’s wolf, bouncing twice before Tyson barks, growls, and snaps at it, then bops it up into the air again and I can tell that my brother isn’t having the fun that the six Arcana Falls super alphas are suddenly having. A ginger colored wolf kicks with his back legs to make my brother land on the black and white wolf’s head and bounce yet again. The black and white wolf barks like he wants it sent back in his direction so Tyson’s wolf half-shifts to man-shape and he whacks hard with what’s halfway between a paw and hand and I hear my brother grunt from here, holding his head as he bounces. I’m sure that headache feels just awesome. Not.