Chapter 22 My sword was useless against an ax. But, luckily, my weaponry was magical. So instead of stabbing the attacking werewolf, I flattened my star ball out into a shield as the tremendous wedge fell toward me from above. The weight, when the ax struck, was excruciating, the star ball’s magical-yet-material gripping straps reverberating painfully within my hands. But my energy-infused armor held. And I breathed more deeply as it became apparent that Edward’s attack would do no more than bruise my skin. Gunner, on the other hand, was enraged by his underling’s disloyalty. His ominous growl was nearly too quiet to hear above my own panting, but the alpha’s scent promised that Edward might not live to see the light of another day. I wasn’t particularly thrilled with Edward either. Bu
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