Sable

The sound of something landing heavily on the ground behind me draws my attention away from the fight I’m locked in. I shove another blast of magic at the witch who’s attacking me, making her stumble back as I glance over my shoulder.

My heart lodges in my throat, making it impossible to breathe through the shock and grief.

“No!”

Fuck. No.

Malcolm isn’t even supposed to be here. All three packs voted for him to remain hidden and safe, protected in his own house while we faced the witches.

But like every shifter I love, the old alpha is stubborn. He obviously couldn’t sit the battle out.

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