Wolf Endangered (Willow's Forbidden Pack #2) - Avery Song Page 0,82

instruction as I let my eyes close. Warmth rushed through me in seconds, my body rejuvenating far faster than I could get my body to heal. Within ten seconds, I felt even better than before and was sitting up and opening my eyes while Saint pulled back his healing hands.

"Damn. I'm impressed. I should let you heal me rather than deal with snail-pace human healing."

"I think you forgot you're a wolf now, Willow," Saint reminded.

"Right," I replied. "So I won."

We looked at Dimitris as he nodded his head. "That round goes to Willow."

"Want to explain what the hell you did?" Saint inquired as he patted my back. "Your magic is dangerous."

"You think so?" I pondered. "I don't think it's all that."

Viktor reached down to help me up, while Jayce gave Saint a hand. We were standing and looking at Dimitris when he decided to explain what I’d done.

"You fucked up the moment you began to send multiple waves of swords in her direction," he began, his gaze specifically on Saint as if he were a lecturer and wanted Saint to understand exactly where he went wrong in this scenario. "No matter how strong or weak a spell is, there are connections, or what some may call wavelengths, in the energy. Even though you did a good job at alternating the flow of energy with each wave, you were still creating a mass of alternating waves."

Dimitris looked at me, and I guess he wanted me to share the pattern.

"You used three different patterns, which is normal with anyone who uses magic that's based on light, specifically," I revealed, noticing the glint of approval in Viktor's eyes. Aurelia had been the first to teach me about patterns, but my curious teenage mind wasn't satisfied and would nag Viktor all the time until I understood how it all worked.

Most wolf shifters didn't care about magic, but if you wanted the advantage in the realms of supernaturals and magic users, you went ahead and studied all aspects.

"You're correct," Saint admitted. "But how was that used against me?"

"You didn't notice I was letting your blades cut me on purpose," I voiced. "Every cut of your blade extracted blood so that I could get weaker faster. All that did was give my blood, which is already magically infused and charged by my own adrenaline, the opportunity to flow through your patterned connections and right to the source, which is you. So, you would have noticed that you began to grow weaker in the remaining minute you had left before you were given the chance to heal. That was because I was using my charged-up blood to create a copy of myself behind you. Obviously, you wouldn't notice because you were so focused on me. Little did you know I was using your energy to speed up the process of making a decoy before you while teleporting myself at the right moment so no one noticed. Magic travels fasts, so I had to use a mega spike of it, which was mostly the energy I was taking from you."

"Wow." Saint just stared at me in pure bewilderment. "Who taught you that?"

I pointed to Viktor. "He's the culprit."

They all looked at Viktor, and Neo commented, "I can see why Russian assassins are dangerous. You guys learn about everything."

"If you don't, you'll end up dead," Viktor concluded. "Are we moving on to the second fight?"

"I'm ready," I admitted. "Saint's healing juju helped a lot."

"I'm glad," Saint replied and reached out to actually hug me. "Seriously, Willow. If you train up your magic a little higher, you could do some serious damage to multiple enemies."

"It's been a while since I've used my magic for combat," I admitted. "I mean in an elemental aspect. I can conjure up weapons and use my magic to maintain my male form, but I haven't further explored since the Coven dismissed me as a potential witch or whatever."

"What's someone's trash is someone else's treasure," Saint hummed. "They don't want your power, the Forbidden will gladly enjoy the benefits." He then kissed my cheek. "I owe you a date."

"And how did that transpire?" I inquired.

"Can't be showing compassion to a woman I've yet to take out on a date," he reasoned.

"You just want to aid your broken pride," I concluded.

"Yup," he replied with a smirk.

"Thanks for not going easy on me, though I felt like you could have done better."

"If I was allowed to heal, I would have."

"You were allowed to heal," I reminded. "Just because