“This isn’t the Pack’s magic.” Greyson adjusted his arms under my legs so he was carrying me princess style and my entire body was practically plastered against him.
“Really? Then what the heck is this?”
Around us, the wolves snapped at hunters, smacking them down with pure strength.
I blinked as I felt something tickle my hunter senses. “Incoming!” I shouted. “From the woods.”
More hunters stepped out of the trees—carrying sparkling magic that I was fairly certain was another trap spell—but three of the wolves had already streaked toward the forest at my shouted warning. They were on the hunters before they could even get a shot off.
“How are you feeling?” Greyson asked.
“Great,” I said. “Really great. Seriously. If the Pack could bottle this feeling, you would be so rich. How are you doing this?”
“It’s not the Pack,” Greyson repeated. “Can you stand?”
“Yep.” I shook my head, trying to adjust. All the sickness from blood loss was gone. Instead it felt like every part of me was singing with power.
Greyson set me down as if I was fragile glass, but I was steady on my feet despite being close to passing out minutes ago.
I laughed and stretched my arms over my head—I’d never felt so alive!
Greyson grabbed one of the biggest hunters and cuffed him upside the head. The hunter sagged in his grasp, and Greyson proceeded to rob him of his jacket.
I felt for my dagger on my belt—the other one was somewhere in the mess of the fight. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready to fight.” Greyson shrugged the jacket on—which struck me as a weird thing to do as part of battle preparation. He then yanked the hunter’s daggers from him and passed them off to me—which did make sense.
“Perfect, thanks! I call Amos!” I declared. “He’s gotten something wrong that’s been bothering me for a long time. I want to correct him.”
Greyson narrowed his gold eyes at me. “You’re not fighting, Lady Hunter.”
“Why not?”
“Because you were shot with a crossbow?”
“Pft, that was, like, five minutes ago. This magic is fiiiine, so I’m all good now.” I winked at him and twirled my stolen daggers, trying to adjust to their unfamiliar balance and weight.
Greyson leaned in and sniffed me—probably listening for my heartbeat too, or something. He spun me around to check my back, then slowly righted me so I faced him. “Fine,” he said. “But stay behind me—and don’t engage with any enemy until after I get Amos.”
“Sure,” I agreed.
It’s not like there’s anyone for me to fight.
Even though the Pack was outnumbered, the wolves were flattening the hunters.
Greyson gave me one last look over. He should have looked ridiculous with his fitted black pants and the borrowed hunter jacket that was too tight in the shoulders and couldn’t be zipped, but he just looked deadly with his glowing golden eyes instead. Go figure.
Some people just have all the good genetics.
He watched me for another moment, then pivoted, and punched a hunter on the jaw, taking him down with one shot.
I lingered near his broad back—making sure I gave him plenty of room to maneuver if needed—and peered around the chaos, looking for Amos as magic thrummed so deep in me it felt like my bones were vibrating.
“I see him!” I waited until Greyson tossed a hunter before I draped myself over his back so I could point over his shoulder. “There!”
Amos was at the fringe of the fight. It looked like he was going to head across the meadow to the trees beyond the lodge that were far away from the fighting. He wasn’t running—his limping, rolling gait looked too painful for that.
“Got it.” Greyson pivoted in his direction, grabbed a fleeing hunter, then pushed him in front and used him like a battering ram to mow down any of the hunters in front of us.
A female hunter tried to stab his back, but I was there and helpfully slammed my heel into her lower back, then popped her in the base of the neck with the pommel of my borrowed dagger so she wouldn’t be too tempted to get up again.
A hunter tried to grab me from behind, so I hung on to the back of Greyson’s jacket and heaved myself over his shoulder.
Without pausing, Greyson swung around with me and kicked the hunter square in the chest, knocking him on his rear.
“This is fun!” I declared. “You’re still the worst, but fighting like this is fun.”