Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 414

This time, I gather as much magic as I can, yanking it from every cell in my body.

The moment I can sense the shadow wolf phasing into semi-reality, I don't think about how my hands still can't touch it. I throw my hand forward, as far into the shadowy body as I can, feeling the chill against my skin even if its body is only as tangible as smoke.

My magic practically shrieks with joy as I let it loose in an explosion of pure chaos.

It isn't elemental. It isn't some sort of coordinated spell. It's just my magic, thrown out of my body in a violent wave, condensed to this single spot above my palm.

What happens when you try to squish that amount of power into a teeny-tiny space?

It erupts. Combusts. Detonates.

Those toxic green eyes are locked with mine in its last moments.

A visceral scream pierces the air; it isn't human or wolf, but something inhuman and shrieky, sending goosebumps along my skin.

The wolf's form disappears in a cloud of smoke, its chill disappearing from the area.

My heart twists in my chest.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, wondering how to tell Lucas what happened. How we're going to tell Clayton. "I never wanted it to end this way, Ivy."

Smoke fills my lungs and I double over coughing, stumbling back a few steps. My eyes water as I wave uselessly at the thick cloud surrounding me.

Are you alright? Selene asks urgently.

Ava? Grimoire's concern mingles with Selene's.

"You're both literally in my head," I croak out. "Pretty sure you already know the answer."

If she's being a smartass, she's probably fine, Grimoire says, sounding relieved.

Something solid slams into me from behind. My knees buckle, but no fear takes over. I know in an instant that it's Kellan, though I'm not sure how I do.

Hands grab at my arms, my shoulders, trying to drag me backward. Bodyguards. Probably.

"Wait—"

"Get her out of here!" Someone's voice drowns out my protest.

None of them are in their wolf forms anymore—probably because it's easier to shove me around with hands instead of paws. Makes sense, but it will never not be awkward to be manhandled by a group of naked men.

"Stop, it's fine—" My words fall on deaf ears as they continue pulling me away. "Would you just—"

The yanking and tugging persist as they drag me several feet away from perceived danger.

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