The shifter pulled some bandaging out of my bag and pushed up the sleeve of my jacket. He started winding the bandage around my arm, and I barely held back a wince.
"You're a good fighter," he said as he finished.
"I wasn't trying to be. I didn't want to hurt anyone."
Much less kill three people. I shoved the thought back. I wouldn't think about it.
Kael nodded. "I know you didn't." His gaze swept over my face. "You got a cut on your cheek."
I hadn't even realized. It must have happened while I was struggling against the shifters.
Kael reached up to touch the cut under my eye. His hand lingered on my cheek, his rough, warm fingertips sending a heated flash down my body.Then his hand jerked back, and I gasped.The ground shook, and the fingers of a sudden chill traced across my skin.
Dark magic rippled through the air. It tugged at the key and beckoned me forward like a confident, sneering villain.
I grabbed my bag and knife and started forward through the forest, leaving in our wake the bodies of the wolf shifters.
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FantasyA forgotten past, a dark mage, and an unyielding curse. Another team beat free-spirited archaeologist Olivia Perez to the dig of a lifetime, and now she's left with the choice to wait for scraps or brave a dangerous, dusty tomb in hopes of finding o...
