“Rowena, get down!”Dean's warning came too late, the Sentinel in front of him lunged. Dean blocked the blade, but the impact drove him backward. His boots scraped across the blood-slick stone. Another attacker came from his left, he twisted aside. The blade still caught his ribs, pain exploded through him. Dean staggered.His wolf snarled beneath his skin, demanding release, but even his wolf was weakening. The just concluded New Moon had stripped away too much of his strength, and the Sentinels knew it. They had been trained for this, they had studied him, they knew how he moved, they knew when his strength would fail. And worst of all, they knew the Assembly. Every corridor, every blind corner, every defensive position. Dean wiped blood from his mouth.Across the chamber, the traitor watched. Calm, almost bored. That was what Dean hated most, this wasn't a desperate attack.It was an execution; his execution, and Rowena's. A Sentinel raised his weapon, Dean prepared for the strike
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