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blood, dark, dark red, trickled down his pale skin.
    His eyes went fierce as he swung out. Before the blow could land, Sorcha shoved him back with sheer force of will.
    She pulled Teagan up, into her arms.
    Wind whipped around her now, one born of her own fury. “I will kill you a thousand times, I will give you agony for ten thousand years if you lay hands on my child. I swear this on all I am.”
    “You threaten me? You and your runt?” He fixed his eyes on Teagan’s face, and his smile spread like death. “Pretty little runt. Bright as a fish in the water. Shall I catch and eat you?”
    Though she clung to Sorcha, though she shivered, Teagan didn’t cower. “Go away!”
    In fury and fear, her young, untried power slapped out, struck as true as the stone. Now blood ran from Cabhan’s mouth, and his smile became a snarl.
    “First you, then your brother. Your sister . . . a bit of ripening first for she, too, will bear me sons.” With a fingertip, he smeared the blood on his face, crossed it over the amulet. “I would have spared them for you,” he told Sorcha. “Now you will see their deaths.”
    Sorcha pressed her lips to Teagan’s ear. “He can’t hurt you,” she began in a whisper, then watched in horror as Cabhan changed.
    His body shifted, twisted like the fog. The amulet glowed, the gem spun until his eyes sparked as red as the stone.
    Black hair covered his body. Claws sprang from his fingers. And as he seemed to spill over onto the ground, he threw back his head. He howled.
    Slowly, carefully, Sorcha set Teagan down again behind her. “He can’t hurt you.” She prayed it was true, that the magick she’d imbued into the copper sign would hold even against this form.
    For surely he’d bartered his soul for this dark art.
    The wolf bared its teeth, and sprang.
    She pushed back—thrusting out her hands, drawing up her strength so that pure white light shot from her palms. When it struck the wolf it screamed, almost like a man. But it came again, and again, leaping, snapping, its eyes feral and horribly human.
    The claws lashed out, caught Sorcha’s skirts, tore them. Then it was Teagan’s scream that sliced the air.
    “Go away, go away!” She pelted the wolf with rocks, rocks that turned to balls of fire as they struck, so the fog smelled of burning flesh and fur.
    The wolf lunged again, howling still. Teagan tumbled back as Sorcha slashed down at it. The little girl’s cloak fell open. From the copper sign she wore burst a blue flame, straight and sharp as an arrow. It struck the wolf’s flank, scored a mark shaped like a pentagram.
    On an agonized cry, the wolf flew back. As it pawed and snapped at the air, Sorcha gathered all she had, hurled her light, her hope, her power.
    The world went white, blinding her. Desperate, she groped for Teagan’s hand as she fell to her knees.
    The fog vanished. All that remained of the wolf was scorched earth in its shape.
    Weeping, Teagan clutched at her mother, burrowed into her—just a child now, frightened of monsters all too real.
    “There now, it’s gone. You’re safe. We need to go home. We need to be home, my baby.”
    But she lacked the strength even to stand. She could have wept herself to be brought so low. Once she could have summoned the power to fly through the woods with her child in her arms. Now her limbs trembled, her breath burned, and her heart beat so fast and hard it pounded her temples.
    If Cabhan gathered himself, came back . . .
    “Run home. You know the way. Run home. I’ll follow.”
    “I stay with you.”
    “Teagan, do as I say.”
    “No. No.” Knuckling her eyes, Teagan stubbornly shook her head. “You come. You come.”
    Gritting her teeth, Sorcha managed to get to her feet. But after two steps, she simply sank to her knees again. “I can’t do it, my baby. My legs won’t carry me.”
    “Alastar can. I’ll call him, and he’ll carry us home.”
    “Can you call him, from all this way?”
    “He’ll come