Fifty-Five

Mykel’s POV

As my wolf opened its jaws to snap yet another wolfs neck a sharp jolt hit me. It’s pain cold and sharp as it rippled through me. Yet as quick as it came it left leaving nothing but confusion behind.

Dropping the half dead mutt to the ground I looked to see what it was until another shot me. Through the thick heavy fog, I hadn’t spot anyone focusing on me, so I knew it had something to do with Raven. Something that only fuelled the anger already burning within me.

All around me wolves were tearing each other to shreds. Howls and whimpers coming from all directions while a river of blood watered the ground as the warm liquid began to melt the ice. The witches from Ruby Wood were good to their word and helped where they could. Only they practiced natural magic which wasn’t exactly deadly. Though at this moment in time any help was greatly appreciated and the fog they created gave us the cover we needed.

Dante and his mate fought side by side which was something amazing to se