Shadow Kissed (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 4) - Page 101

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Savannah

As soon as he was done with us, Uncle Pete dashed off to tend to the wounded, and dread writhed in my gut like a sea of snakes.

The longer we spent on our side of the barrier, the worse things seemed. I could see the cracks—overtaxed spells, exhausted wolves, and hurt and barely standing sorcerers. Whatever had happened while we were away had taken its toll, and it was only going to get worse.

The shimmering barrier above us flickered as trails of mist leaked through.

“Is the barrier okay?” I asked my aunt.

Her face took on a dark expression. “It’s failing already. Too many of the sorcerers maintaining the barrier have gone down, and the rest are tiring.”

Casey rejoined us. “I don’t think we can take another charge like that last one. It was twenty or thirty wolves all at once, and they’re regrouping.” He tossed Sam a riot gun. “One shot. Wolfsbane suppression cartridge. You’re going to want to have it. I just wish we had more.”

She started to open her mouth, then snapped it shut.

“Regrouping?” Jaxson asked.

“They come in waves. They’re totally feral for a bit right after they shift, but then they seem to fall under his control—it’s like he’s playing with pieces on a chessboard.”

And if I hadn’t gotten Wolfie back, I would have been his queen.

Casey grimaced. “You guys should take a look at what we’re up against.”

He led us through the blindingly bright barrier and out of the other side, where we crouched down behind a car.

The sparkling mist had risen, though it stopped ten feet short of the wall of light. Further into Magic Side, the dark fog rose above the tops of buildings, massing like a storm cloud in the air—a cloud in the shape of a wolf’s head. All around us, the Dark God’s power vibrated through the city, shaking the very asphalt beneath our feet.

“I don’t think your barriers are just weakening,” Jaxson whispered. “His power is growing. Can’t you feel it?”

I nodded.

“Maybe,” Casey said as he passed over a pair of goggles. “These are infrared. Check it out.”

I pulled them on and popped my head over the top of the vehicle.

There were dozens upon dozens of hybrid werewolves out there, lurking in the glistening fog, maybe even a hundred. All waiting for a final, brutal assault. My gut twisted. “Holy shit.” I sank back down and passed the goggles to Jax. “I think we’ve got a problem.”

How were we ever going to fucking close the rift? There was a sea of feral werewolves and dark magic between us and it—wherever it even was.

On the other side of the barrier, our team wasn’t looking so hot. The sorcerers and werewolves who weren’t hurt were exhausted. On this side, the Dark God’s strength was only growing.

We were going to fail.

My head slumped back against the undercarriage of the car, and I fought through my memories for any solution, or even just a shard of hope. I pressed my fingers against my forehead. What had the Moon said?

She’d warned us about this: He draws his power from the presence of wolves.

Well, he was in Werewolf Central in Dockside, and his mist was making more of his hybrids by the second. It was only a matter of time before it would break through the spells and flood over the city, turning everyone it touched into a monster under his control.

How great would the Dark God’s power be then? Every person that he turned made him that much stronger.

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