thought you hated each other.”
“Dragan was a demented aberration—half sorcerer, half werewolf, driven
mad by a dark split in his soul. The pack came to us for help. We thought it
could be a new beginning, but Alistair Laurent, Jaxson’s father, betrayed us
not long after we brought Dragan down. A treachery so deep that it still cuts
my bones.”
With a sharp motion, she turned me to face her, eyes blazing with
unbridled fury. “Never trust a wolf. When it comes down to it, they will
always choose pack over justice, pack over truth, pack over anyone else—and
that includes you.” Her shoulders dropped as she gave a heavy sigh. “That,
more than anything, is why I don’t like you working with Jaxson. He may be
helping you now, but one day, he will have to make a choice, and you’ll be
on the losing end. I guarantee it.”
My gut twisted. Some part of my soul knew it was true.
“You can only ever rely on yourself, Savannah. That’s why you need to
master your power.”
I’d been practicing sorcery with Aunt Laurel every day, but I couldn’t
manage too much yet. So far, I’d found that I could release bursts of power,
control shadows, and snuff candles. It seemed so small compared to the blood
sorcerer, compared to what Casey and my aunt could do…but it was more
than I’d ever imagined two weeks ago.
I looked down at my right hand and drew in a little of my power. It
appeared as dark wisps of shadow that trickled over my skin and stung like
ice water. “I’m not even really sure I understand what my magic is.”
“You need to know who you are to understand what your magic is, and
what your magic is to understand who you are. Right now, you’re searching
for both. That’s why we’re going to accelerate your training.”
The last time my aunt had wanted to accelerate my training, she’d tried
sucking my magic out with a doohickey that, if dialed up to full strength,
could consume half of Magic Side.