Page 86 of Witch Unbound
Realizing we were defenseless, the warlocks closed in. Rune snarled, growled, and evaded warlock fire to my right, keeping two of the six warlocks busy. Another made a beeline for Ursula and two more headed for me while Scar Face watched, arms crossed smugly.
“Wren, go help Ursula!”
Wren looked torn.
“Now.” I glared at him. “She’s hurt.”
He nodded and ran toward my friend with a battle cry. Shit, why wasn’t he morphing?
No time to dwell because I had company.
I slid my iron daggers from my boots, gaze fixed on the two warlocks headed my way.
It was time to slice and dice.
I ran at them, bridging the distance to prevent them from throwing magic at me. I caught the surprise on their faces a moment before my dagger snagged in an arm. The warlock screamed as I dragged the blade up his forearm before yanking it free. The other held his hands out toward my face, ready to blast. I fell into a crouch, dodging the blast of power and stabbing his buddy in the gut. I had an advantage because it seemed that their go-to mode of attack was magic. All I needed to do was stay close and avoid the pulses.
The warlock I’d just stabbed fell back, clutching his belly, and the other one bellowed with rage and slammed into me, intent on taking me down. I braced myself, using the power in my thighs to stay upright, then grabbed hold of him and buried my blade in the sweet spot between his ribs.
His scream ended in a wet gurgle as I punctured his lung and then shoved him away.
“Bitch!”
A primal awareness had me ducking to the side as a power ball made a path through the spot where my head had just been.
Fuck.
I spun to find Scar Face headed straight for me, confidence driving his every step, power coalescing in his palms. He threw ball after ball, forcing me to evade and duck and dive, preventing me from taking the lead in attack and keeping me in defense mode. I couldn’t get a swipe at him. I couldn’t get close enough.
And then he stopped mere feet away, shaking out his hands.
My turn.
I rushed him, swiping my dagger horizontally through the air, hoping to slice open his chest.
He leapt back with a condescending laugh. “You’re adorable, you know that? It’ll be a shame to break your pretty neck.”
“I won’t have the same qualms about breaking yours.” My voice sounded deeper to my ears.
He frowned slightly but then shrugged it off and lunged at me, both hands lit up crimson.
“No!” Wren surged up between us, body bubbling, stretching, and morphing so fast it was impossible to track. The warlock let out a cry of surprise and backed up.
“You not hurt Cora.” Wren charged Scar Face, talons out, ready to tear his face off like he’d done with Radu.
He never made it.
Crimson power hit him square in the chest, knocking him off trajectory.
He hit the ground and slid across the tiles before coming to a halt.
“Wren!”
He shrank back to his regular size, but his fur was blackened and singed and he wasn’t moving.
Why wasn’t he moving?
“Wren!” I took a step toward him, but Scar Face grabbed me and hauled me against his chest.
