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Tiny flickers of dark magic landed on my arms and chest, but thankfully, my legs were covered by the teeth and apparently magic resistant pants.

Fuck this. I was never going to get close enough to Hazel on two feet to use the daggers. It was time to show them what a true Bears was capable of.

The weapons went back to their sheaths, and I could hear several sets of feet running away from us. Ones that I hoped were currently rushing Sammy to safety.

My shift came fast and painlessly, then my bear roared with ferocity as we landed on four flickering paws.

Based on the widening eyes of Johnathon, he either hadn’t heard about my magical wolf or he had assumed the details to be exaggerated.

“Kill her,” he spat, shoving Hazel forward.

I still wasn’t sure what the entirety of Johnathon’s endgame was, but if he sought to be Alpha Supreme and wasn’t willing to fight me himself, he’d already failed.

This House would chew him up and spit him back out. Again.

Stupid fucker for thinking otherwise.