Slave to the Wolf King
‘We can work on it,’ I said dryly, sending a glance to Maya who was staring at us with her brows up, the only one of them that would see the individual weaves and know how close we just came to disaster.
The power was energy—like electricity. It took the shortest route to any given target.
If threads of the power had been split and prepared for purpose and were suddenly released, they might simply feed into whatever or whoever they had been prepared for—or, like lightning in a rainstorm, they could explode into purposes for which they were never intended.
Panting a little, my skin itching because I’d submitted my power to her and didn’t have control of it myself, I stood there with Jesse for
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