Dark Lies (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 3)

“I’ll knock them down. You clean them up.” Ethan keyed an entry code on the access panel. Nothing. With a low curse of frustration, he quietly traced a sigil on the door.

A single ringing knock reverberated through the prison, pulsed through the catwalk, and vibrated me to my core.

The door slid open.

Ethan swung out of the way as a bolt of fire lanced past his head, then dropped low and release a concussive blast of magic that warped the air around us.

“Go!” he shouted.

I charged into the room and leapt over an overturned desk. A white-eyed wolf charged me, his jaws wide and teeth dripping with spit. I ducked out of the way, caught him in midair, and hurled him, howling, into a man in an orange jumpsuit.

Werewolves with their claws out attacked from both sides. I snapped one’s arm as she reached for me and slammed the other’s head into the deck.

The bastard in the orange jumpsuit leapt to his feet and crossed his hands to cast a spell. I dove as a firebolt ripped through the air.

Devi charged through the room and hurled a potion bomb at the man’s chest. It exploded in a flash of light—a stunner.

Ethan blasted one of the werewolves as it charged, but the wolf I’d tossed whipped in from the right, sank his teeth into Devi’s arm, and dragged her to her knees. Her scream cut through the air.

I vaulted back over the desk and grabbed him by the jaws. Arms straining, I pried his mouth open, then snapped his neck and hurled him over the railing.

A roar erupted behind me, and I was flattened to the ground as the desk splintered over my back. With a growl, I rolled out of the wreckage and kicked my assailant in the knee. This did absolutely nothing because my assailant was an enormous bear.

Werebear. Fuck.

His claws sank into my leg, and he hurled me into the railing, which bent to match my form.

Ethan blasted the thing back, and Devi and the agents simultaneously hit him with three stunner bombs.

Slowly, the creature staggered forward, opened his mouth, and slammed down onto the ground.

A few burning sheets of paper fluttered through the air.

It was over.

I gingerly rose and took stock of my injuries: a few broken ribs, a shattered collarbone, and something horrible had happened to my shin.

“God, Jax, are you okay?” Savy asked as she slipped through the door.

“Fine.” I’d heal eventually.

Ethan chuckled. “When I said, ‘clean up,’ I didn’t plan for you to try to solo the whole room.”

“Devi helped,” I grunted. “What now?”

Ethan and the agents surveyed the wreckage. “Well, we pray we didn’t destroy the computers that control the mechanical security protocols, and we see if we can break the lockdown.”