Tamara darted forward and grabbed her outstretched hand. Someone behind me cried out as Lucille continued to fall. Tamara held on, though, leaning back with a determined face. She backed up, pulling Lucille with her, dragging her back onto the stone.
“Fuck,” Hadriel said with a release of breath as Lucille made it, panting, to safety. “Good thing they’ve worked as a team for so long. That was close.”
I had to agree.
“Okay, Hannon, let’s start walking people across,” I said before I could talk myself out of it.
“You’re not affected either?” Hadriel asked.
“I am. But I’ll push through it. We have too many people who can’t shift for Hannon to take them all. Someone has to help.”
I have to push through it, I thought.
Yes. Because if you don’t, you will kill us both.
Didn’t need to be said.
Sometimes you are dense.
She was a dickhead at the best of times.
Hannon briskly took to the bridge with Jedrek over his shoulder. Almost immediately, Jedrek bucked. He flailed his arms and tried to claw his way out of Hannon’s grasp. Clearly he’d been playing dead. It would’ve been nice if he’d kept it up.
A shimmer of magic preceded Jedrek morphing, hair erupting from his body.
“He’s shifting,” Hadriel said in an excited hush. “It’ll be interesting to see if he succumbs to the call of the alpha.”
“What does that mean?” I asked as Hannon twisted and then bent, setting Jedrek’s changing form down and then pinning him against the bridge.
“An alpha has an alluring type of magic for a wolf. They are the leaders of the team, and they promise safety and security in exchange for obedience. Unless a wolf is powerful enough, he’ll succumb to the magic and fall in line. The amount of power you need to resist is dependent on the alpha, but Weston is incredibly powerful. It would take a lot of power to resist him when in wolf form. Jedrek won’t have it, bet you. Or maybe he won’t even try to resist. Hard to say.”
Jedrek finished shifting and snarled, surging up and throwing Hannon off. He lunged, going for Hannon’s jugular. I called out, stepping forward to help. Weston was already on the bridge, his teeth bared.
Neither of us made it in time.
Hannon grabbed Jedrek’s snout, one hand on the top and the other on the bottom, holding it open. Saliva dripped from Jedrek’s sharp teeth. Hannon fell back, the wolf toppling him onto the bridge. Without so much as a flash of rage, Hannon tensed, and then a wicked crack rent the air. He’d ripped his hands apart.
I flinched and then watched as Jedrek’s form went airborne, Hannon having gotten his feet under the suddenly limp wolf and launched him away. The body hit the rope and then spun away and down, into the lava.
My mouth dropped open.
“Welp,” Hadriel said with a crooked grin. “That settles it. Don’t fuck with Hannon.”
“Thank the goddess someone finally dealt with that idiot.” Micah walked off to the side, readying to shift. “I’ll always think of him as a possum, though.”
Weston gave a huff and turned back, quickly getting off the bridge.
Hannon met me back on my side. “Sorry, Finley,” he said softly, putting a hand on my shoulder. “I wasn’t thinking beyond trying to save myself.”
I shook my head slowly. Shock was still my prevalent emotion, but a bit of sadness and guilt were creeping in.
“You had no choice,” I said, looking down into the pit. “We should’ve forced him to shift earlier and had Weston take charge of him.”
“You didn’t know to do that.” Hadriel patted me. “He was a weasel, Finley. You’re better off.”
Much better off, my dragon said.
But I couldn’t help a prickle of guilt. He was seriously the worst, and I hadn’t ever liked him, but I should’ve gotten him out of here, at least. I should’ve taken better care of the situation. Leaders saved even the assholes. If I wanted to stand at Nyfain’s side, I’d need to learn to look after all the people, even the Jedreks.
“It was my fault, not yours, Finley,” Hannon said, his hand still on my shoulder. He could read me exceptionally well. “He didn’t want to leave, anyway. You can’t force someone to want to survive. You did what you could, and ultimately, I did what I had to. And you know what? I’m not sorry. He wasn’t to be trusted, and you’re safer this way.”
Hannon was right. It was hard to save someone who didn’t want to save themself.