didn’t take his eyes off Maeve as he bared his
teeth and snarled.
But it was Fenrys who struck first. Who
had been waiting for this moment, this
opportunity.
Fangs bared, fur bristling, he charged at
Maeve. Going right for her pale throat.
Aelin struggled, and Rowan shouted his
warning, but too late.
Lost in his vengeance, his fury, the white
wolf leapt for Maeve.
A whip of darkness slashed for him.
Fenrys’s yelp of pain echoed through her
bones before he hit the ground. Blood leaked
from the wound—the deep slash down his
face.
So fast. Barely more than a blink.
Rowan’s and Lorcan’s power surged,
rallying to strike. Fenrys struggled to his feet.
Again, darkness snapped for him. Ripped
lily
(lily)
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