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The wolf was still, his head and body smoking as I shoved my way out from under his stinking carcass.
More shouts drew my attention back to the encampment where I could now see Bezaliel, Redvyr, and two other beast fae fighting the fourth maddened wolf without weapons. Redvyr suddenly leaped onto the animal’s back and slashed nonstop at his head and throat with his claws, tearing the wolf apart with his bare hands.
Then a blood-curdling scream filled the air. A feminine one that chilled my blood cold.
“Una.”
Chapter 37
UNA
The terrifying houndas wide as three Pellasian horses combined had black eyes and slobber dripping from its bared fangs. It stalked closer with more caution. He’d lunged too quickly, and Ferryn had stabbed his sword into his eye. The beast had simply jumped back and pawed at his bloody, useless eye for a moment before circling to come again.
There was a sickly tang in the air around the animal. It was a disturbing ripple of negative energy, but not from disease. Or not from a natural one. Something magickal. Something evil.
Ferryn had been trying to reach the horses, to get us away from camp while Goll and the Culled killed the hounds. But the hound caught up to us first.
“Stay behind me,” Ferryn ordered.
I didn’t need a reminder. My entire body trembled at the sight of the slavering creature intent on killing and eating us. Without warning, the hound leaped again.
I screamed and shot straight up into the air, a tree’s length off the ground. With shock, I realized I was flying. My wingshad instinctively taken me high and out of danger. Ferryn hadn’t noticed as he stabbed the beast before it whipped around and swiped a claw across his shoulder.
“No!” I gasped but my wings held me high.
Ferryn then lunged with his sword, slashing at the creature’s throat. It yelped and circled back. Blood dripped from Ferryn’s shoulder, the armor torn.
Then Goll, Soryn, Keffa, and also several beast fae ran into the fray. Goll had seen me, as had the others, before they went to help Ferryn. My wings began to tire, slowly lowering me as they finished off the maddened hound.
Goll turned and ran for me right as my feet touched the ground. He pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my neck.
“I flew, Goll.”
“I know, my sweet.”
That endearment warmed my heart, even more than feeling my body take flight, true flight, for the first time since my natural-born wings had taken me across Lumeria into Northgall years ago.
“The magick has given me back my gift.” Joyful tears pricked my eyes.
“I’m so happy for you,” he murmured, continuing to hold me for another minute before pulling away. “Are you all right?” He cupped my cheek gently.
“Yes.”
With a tight nod, he said, “Come.”
He kept me close as we joined the others around the carcass.
“Oh, no.” I ran to Ferryn, who was holding his arm. Meck was now beside him, checking the injury on his shoulder. “You must get to Dalya,” I told him.
Ferryn’s expression widened with surprise as I approached and inspected the injury.
“It’s fairly deep. You need healing. Quickly.”
His yellow gaze was more intense than usual, his pupils dilated from the stimulus of the attack, darkening his eyes. He smiled warmly. “Do not worry about me, Mizrah. I will heal quickly from this. I’ve had worse.”
“Don’t argue with me. Meck”—I turned to his brother who was staring at Ferryn with severe concern—“take him to Dalya. She needs to work on the wound right away.”
“Yes, my mizrah.”
