Medina River Pack: Fated Mate
She ducked under a blast, her purple braids swinging, and drove a silver-tipped stylus into the lead attacker’s forearm.
"Your grounding is off, sweetie," Jackie chirped, twisting the stylus. "Let me fix that for you."
The Harrower shrieked as his own magic backfired, crawling up his arm in a series of agonizing, electric pops. He collapsed to the floor, his obsidian gear smoking.
"See?" Jackie said, stepping over him. "Much better. Now stay down before I decide to 'fix' your dental plan."
The battle shifted as the North Pack "auditors" finally dropped their disguises. Hoodies were shredded, and "History of Concrete" textbooks were used as blunt-force weapons until the warriors could fully s
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