Heather’s POVPanting heavily, I pressed myself into the dark corner, desperate for a moment to catch my breath. The wounds from battling Raven’s minions burned fiercely, and my strength was waning. Damon, always the relentless fighter, had taken down several of the minions before being struck by a wolfsbane dart. Now, he lay unconscious on the ground. It was Colt’s doing—he stood off to the side, watching the chaos unfold with a cruel smirk on his face, clearly savoring the destruction.“Heather, my little scared kitten,” Colt sang mockingly, his voice dripping with malice. “Don’t hide now. My soldiers deserve a real fight from you.”I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to focus. Channeling the power of my wolf, Whitney, I summoned the magic of her healing to seal my wounds. The pain lessened, replaced by a surge of determination.“Come on, Heather,” Colt taunted again, his tone turning cold. “You were supposed to be the strongest of the batch, but look at you—pathetic. You’ve barely m
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