Lucian's wolves tore through the first wave of Willow's men. Screams tore across the field, blades and dark magic clashing against claws.
More of Willow's men arrived from the southern tree line just as Atlas's soldiers entered the clearing. River realized her father must've brought backup, unlike the first time he did this. The fight was actually even.
The field that had been designed for a quick assassination under a false flag had become a battle. She should have been scared. But she felt numb.
Her pink magic snapped around Lucian and her father on its own, spreading to every wolf and fae on their side.
She barely registered it because every ounce of her concentration was locked on the column of dark energy she was holding in place with her magic. Her legs were shaking and arms were trembling. She felt weaker after the severing and was pulling from something she didn't know she had in her until right this second.
