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The witch aimed two more bolts at me, and I zig-zagged, narrowly avoiding them as they scorched the dirt at my feet. A third bolt clipped my flank.
Pain sizzled up my leg, and Silas’s wolf jumped on the witch before she could land another blow.
The Alpha yelled, and I glanced across the clearing to find the Omegas on the ground, screaming in pain.
“Enough!” One of the witches yelled, her voice magically projected over the field. “One more attack, and your females will suffer the consequences.”
Alpha Wynn and the witch had a standoff. To make her point, she held up one hand and slowly curled it into a fist. The girls cried out. Isolde’s knees hit the ground, Myla staggered into Gentry’s chest, and Brielle gripped Korren’s arm for purchase.
Alpha Wynn snarled. “Stand down,” he ordered.
We all backed up, and the Omegas stopped whimpering.
“Good,” the witch said, a sinister smile tugging her lips. “No sudden movements, and they’ll get to their destination in one piece.”
She pulled the Omegas toward her again, and the ground felt like it was cracking beneath my paws. If we attacked, the witches would hurt the females, but if we did nothing, they would take them.
Then, without warning, there was a blinding flash of light so bright it was nearly white. The dark witch flew off her feet and slammed into a tree trunk. The air shifted, and a snap rang through the clearing. Shiloh stepped through the trees, her blue hair blowing in the wind as she chanted a language I didn’t recognize.
The two other witches attacked in unison, and Shiloh threw out her hands. Green and white clashed, and sparks lashed through the air.
Power choked the oxygen from our lungs. My ears popped as the spell shattered with violent force. I struggled to my feet, scrambling to reach Myla amid the chaos.
Wolves lumbered into motion, capturing the witches as Shiloh knocked them out.
Panic gripped me as I looked around. Isolde lay motionless nearby, and Blythe was crumpled against a tree, unconscious and injured.
Gentry held Myla as she sagged in his arms. I shifted, dropping to my knees by her side.
“She’ll be okay,” Gentry assured me. “We just have to get her to the medical building.”
Theron and Silas joined us as Gentry scooped her up, and we headed to the infirmary.
My nerves were still raw, but Myla came first, and we needed to ensure she was okay.
Chapter 17
Silas
Korren moved swiftly between the beds in the medical building as my heart, swollen and heavy with worry for our mate, thudded in my chest. Isolde and Brielle were stable for now, thank the moon, but my attention lingered on Myla, who was being examined. She was pale and still, her breathing shallow, and I couldn’t shake the fear gnawing at my insides.
If Shiloh hadn’t been there, we would have lost them.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Myla whispered.
My brows rose with an unspoken question.
“You’re staring like you think I’ll disappear.”
“You almost did.” The words slipped out without my brain’s consent.
Her small hand reached for me, and I stepped closer and threaded our fingers together. “Yeah, but almost doesn’t count. The pack came, I’m safe.” She motioned around the room. “We’re all safe, and they won’t be able to take us by surprise anymore.”
Bowen brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead. “We won’t underestimate them again.”
Gentry put his hand on my shoulder. I took comfort in it while looking around the room. Blythe was still unconscious, and the medical staff were closely monitoring her condition. When Shiloh broke the dark witch’s spell, the force slammed Blythe against a tree trunk, so Korren suspected she’d be out for a while. We could do little but wait and hope for the best.
Tension lined the faces of the males in the infirmary. We weren’t just attacked—we were ripped apart at the seams. Our enemies not only targeted mates, they preyed on the unborn pups of the pack.
