Feral Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #3)

by Caroline Peckham

The fireball exploded from me with so much force that a heatwave blasted over us, knocking us flat to the floor and I had to shield my eyes from the tremendous glare as the ball collided with the Belorian, sending it flying backwards into a tank of sleep gas and the gathered tanks of Faesine. “Oh fuck,” I gasped as the tanks exploded and I threw myself over Rosalie as an enormous explosion ripped through the room. I roared as I threw my hands up, using every scrap of my waning power to take control of that fire and direct it in every direction but at us, shielding Rosalie and the three assholes with everything I had. Bits of metal and dead Belorian flew everywhere and I was powerless to do anything about that as my remaining magic ran too low to try and melt the shrapnel before it impacted with someone. So the only thing left for me to protect her with was my own body.

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