CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY SEVEN

Mara’s anticlimactic death has me reeling.

But now is not the time to worry about that.

I shift into my wolf form, attacking the enemy with a ruthlessness. It’s true what the witch said. My mating bond has increased my strength. I feel lighter on my feet as I wade through the elves like they’re ants. My speed is faster, although not to the level of that of Damien’s.

I can feel some of my abilities leaking through but I’ve still not been able to access my abilities. I’m a little disappointed. I thought weakening the seal would have more of an impact but aside from this soft leakage of warm sensation, there is nothing else.

I feel frustrated but I can’t do anything.

Damien, though.

Damien is stronger than I have ever seen. He’s cutting down the elves with speed, his focus sharp. His laughter is vicious and despite that, my heart flutters in my chest at how glorious he looks.

I look at him and that is my mistake.

You never allow yourself to get distracted on the battlefield.

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