Book 2: Chapter 52

Willow POV

I unsheath the sword from my back and take a deep breath. There are at least twenty of Faris’s men trying to break through the swirling vortex. Each time one gets close to the wind, they are thrown back. I have seen my mother’s magic before, but I had no idea she was this strong.

My father’s lycan is the first to leave the cover of the tree canopy. He wastes no time ripping the arms off the first warrior he encounters. The warrior screams as he falls to the ground, but no one notices. The wind muffles the sound of his screams.

King is the next one to join the fight. Unlike my father’s lycan, King moves stealthfully through the chaos. He inches closer to the house. One of Fairs’s warriors is thrown back, and King catches him as he falls to the ground. Placing a single paw on the warrior's chest, he rips out his throat and tosses it to the side.

Now, it is my turn to leave the safety of the trees. I spin the sword in my hands as I walk confidently into the fig