I screamed in shock and dug my claws into the crumbling stone wall as the
noctith demon yanked me toward the window.
My jacket ripped away, and Jaxson lunged for me.
Then my grip slipped.
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Savannah
I screamed in terror as I fell, the wind buffeting my clothes.
The night sky spun in circles around me as I tumbled downward. I caught
flashes of stars. Of the misty valley. Of the garden far below.
I was going to die.
Not if I can help it, the wolf inside me snarled, and she seized control.
My body twisted, and my arms flailed out. The claws of my right hand
ricocheted off the tower, then raked down along the stonework. Suddenly,
they sank into the wooden lintel of a window. I gasped as my body jerked to
a stop. My shoulder wrenched out of its socket, and an unbearable jolt of
agony shot down my spine as my body slammed into the stone wall.
The Soul Knife slipped from my belt.
For a second, I watched it fall. Then the lintel split, my hand slipped, and
gravity took hold once more.
I thrashed wildly. There was one brief moment of clarity when I saw the
clouds and stars whirl by overhead, but then my body erupted with pain as I
crashed into the bushes. Twigs ripped into my skin, and I howled as I rolled
out onto the grass.
I groaned and wiggled my fingers. My shoulder was screaming, but at
least my legs worked. I glanced up at the gaping hole in the tower high
above. How was I even alive?
You’re a werewolf now. We heal fast, and we’re damned hard to kill.
It was a goddamned miracle.
A shadow drifted over me, and a new wave of adrenaline brought me to
my senses. I rolled to my side and looked up. High above, a monstrous four-