Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,80

blades, mimic their appearance, and turn them against him. Take his assault for a minute. Don't heal up. He'll cave."

My wolf’s observation skills were amazing, but I was even more curious about her last statements.

"You want me to get injured?"

"A little pain is nothing to you." She had a point. "A healer’s gut instinct is to heal those they care about. Use it to your advantage."

Why do I have a feeling you want him to be scared shitless because Neo and Onyx are watching?

It was a really smart move.

"Mates don't like seeing their partner being brutally hurt. We're playing the smart game of who is going to crack first."

Alright. I love you.

I could sense her amusement, but our eyes were back on Saint as he finally recovered from the shooting water madness, already on to his next move. My eyes widened as he had already finished his spell work. A wall of golden blades now blocked my sight of him, leaving me to frown as I purposely put my hands on my hips.

"Really?" I huffed. "That's just cruel."

Saint paused in his execution to chuckle, his body barely visible behind the glowing blades that could have given the impression of being arrows.

"Wilting Flower, did you really think I wasn't going to weed you out because of your beauty?"

"Well, ya?" I tossed back. "And you really have to change that whole Wilting part because I've already Blossomed into something far better and you just don't want to accept it."

"You're not wrong," he admitted. "But if I keep saying Wilting, I can ignore the idea of you beating me. Plus, whenever I get you in my bed, you'll be a Wilting Beauty after I fuck you senseless."

"Aww," I replied. "That's kind of romantic."

"Seriously?" Viktor was the one to comment while Jayce shook his head.

"Only Willow would think that's romantic."

"It's kind of hot when you think about it," Onyx noted.

"He does have a point with the wilting reference," Neo added.

"Whose side are you two on?" Jayce questioned. "You two are jealous assholes when it comes to Willow."

"Yes," they replied.

Dimitris sighed. "As long as Willow gets the pleasurable end of the stick, I think they brush that part aside for later acknowledgement."

"Right," Jayce replied.

I turned back to the battle as Saint decided to trigger the rush of blades that were heading towards me. My eyes darted around, trying to catch onto the magic flow as if this were some game of connecting the colored dots.

My body was ahead of me as my magic filtered down to my hands, creating swords of charged magic in time for me to begin slashing at the blades to divert them from stabbing any major organs.

The first wave of daggers triggered an onslaught of waves, leaving me no choice but to deflect as many as I could while attempting to multitask and observe the flowing connection of his magic.

Very few knew about this technique - that finding the weak connecting patterns in one's moves could trigger the spell's downfall if you struck the right chord. The only problem was it was a pain in the ass to decipher because every wave carried a different weakness.

I gritted my teeth as blades began to slash through my flesh. My arms were still working overtime to deflect the ones that would do a bad number on my body, but my eyes were focused as they darted all over the place - my vision growing darker as I focused harder and harder.

The cuts on my flesh only grew, and I could feel the tension from my right.

"If he pierces a vital organ, I'm killing him," Onyx concluded.

"You’ll need a helping hand with that," Neo grumbled, “I’ll humbly sign up."

"If you think I'm going to slow down because you two are being antsy fuckers, it's not happening!" Saint snapped, but I could tell he was thinning out.

"A little more," my wolf encouraged, and suddenly I could see what she meant this entire time. The plan was fucking marvelous, and yet it was brilliant enough to distract me, a blade slicing past my left cheek.

I hissed at the sharp pain and purposely used one hand to spin my sword in front of me to deflect the next wave of blades as I corrected my mindset.

"Saint," Dimitris actually huffed. "Watch it."

"Now y'all are just talking with your dicks," Saint breathed. "This is a fight! If she gets hurt, suck it up!"

"And if you find yourself in the field with Mother Moon, suck it up," Onyx countered back.

"C'mon