Help is on the Way
*Hezzlie*
They’re using their magic! The witches are blasting wolves, sending them flying in the air. Mom lets out a scream next to me, and I take several hurried steps forward. “What the fuck?” I mutter, despite the fact that I’m still standing by my mom, and I usually try not to cuss in front of her.
In the mind-link, I hear Rowan’s voice. Even though it’s not him speaking aloud, he sounds out of breath. ‘They’re blasting Solomon’s wolves.’ I stop in my tracks. ‘Not ours.’
‘On purpose?’ I ask. Or is this just a happy accident?
‘It looks like it. I have to go.’
His voice fades away, and I take a few more hurried steps forward, but I have to stop or else I won’t be able to see over the rise in the land as I start to descend.
“What are they doing?” Mom asks, and I’m reminded that she has no mind-link.
“They’re hitting Solomon’s wolves,” I explain. “Not ours. Not yet.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” she murmurs, grabbing my arm. “I hope they don’t change their mind. I should hope the witches would be here to help us.”
“Yep,” I reply, but I’m not convinced that everything is all going to be all right. Something tells me I need to get out there, into the thick of things, where I can better discern what’s going on. I am relieved to know that the witches are on our side. But even with everyone ganging up on him, Solomon is a sly bastard. He could still do something that will be catastrophic for our people–like kill Rowan or Aiden.
“I’m going over there,” I tell my mom. Turning to face her, I take her arms in mine. “I think you should stay here.”
“What? No way!” Mom declares. “I am absolutely going with you.”
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Mom, you should stay here.” Her powers are not as strong as mine, and I can’t be distracted by trying to defend her while I’m paying attention to trying to prevent my mate or my brother from getting killed.
“Hezzlie!” my mom shouts, her forehead scrunching together and her hands on her hips. “You are most definitely not going without me.”
I stare at her for a moment. I can’t lose her. I can’t take her with me. “Fine,” I say, blowing out a deep breath. “You can come.”
She starts to smile, but then I continue.
“If you can catch me.”
“What?” Mom asks, and I take off running. At first, I’m in my human form, but then, once I’m in the woods, I quickly strip out of my clothes and shift, grabbing as much of my clothing as I can in my mouth and carrying them with me so I can get dressed again as soon as I break free of my mother. I can still hear her shouting after me, but once I’m in my wolf form and running, there’s no way in hell she can catch me.
I approach the opening in the gate and dart through, shouting at the guards stationed there, ‘Do not let my mother through!’
‘Yes, Luna,’ they tell me in unison.
I sprint uphill toward the area where I last saw my mate. Wolves continue to fly through the air, but their numbers are not as strong as they were before. I think the witches must be getting tired. I understand that. Even with the moonstones, our powers will not last forever.
When I reach the battlefield, I have to slow down. Lots of wolves lie on the ground, some of them wounded and bleeding, others clearly no longer with us. I can’t think about that right now. If I let the fact that some of our warriors have lost their lives affect me, I’ll lose my focus and put myself in a position where I could get hurt myself.
I have no idea where Rowan is at this point, but I’m about to cross out of the thicker part of the woods. I decide now is as good a time as ever to shift and get dressed. There isn’t any more fighting in this area right now as Solomon’s forces have been backed further toward his castle.
I drop my clothes and shift into my human form, scrambling to get my clothes on. I’m still not used to being naked around other people, and in the back of my mind, all I can think about is how I’m naked on a battlefield full of our enemies.
It doesn’t take me long to get dressed, and then I take off running again. I break out into a clearing and remember this area. Solomon’s fence is right ahead of me. I remember zapping Zeb not far from here. More bodies litter the ground here, but I don’t slow down. I rush to the fence and use my powers to leap over the dop of it. I still have the moonstones in my backpack, and they should help me keep my powers strong long enough to find Rowan and hopefully help him if he needs it.
I really hope he doesn’t.
The ground events out the closer I get to the castle. I see it looming in the distance. Dark and menacing, it reminds me of my father’s personality. My father–I haven’t called him that in a long time. He isn’t really that at all. He’s just an evil man who happened to spend one night with my mother.
I look for Rowan and see a glint in the distance that looks metallic. I hope that the armor he’s wearing from his father is helping him. I take off running in that direction. A large gray wolf sees me and rushes over, loping like he’s either injured or dazed. I lift a hand and flick it, and he goes flying backward, hitting the ground hard. It seems wolves are no match for witches–witches with moonstones, anyway.
Snarling, howling, and growling grows even louder, and in front of me, I see dozens of wolves squaring off with one another. A few streaks of light carrying wolves fly overhead, but they aren’t as frequent as they were before.
I stop to scan the area. Where the fuck is Rowan? He’s got to be here somewhere. I refuse to look at the wolves on the ground. I can’t believe that he’s hurt. I also can’t call out to him through the mind-link because I can’t let him know I’m here. If he knew I was rushing to help him, he’d be distracted and upset at me. That might make him lose his ability to concentrate and become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
So I push ahead, looking for him, praying that he’s okay and that I get to him in time to help if he needs me.
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