Free Wild Fire (Wilding Pack Wolves 5) - New Adult Paranormal Romance by Alisa Woods Page A

the entire clearing, leveling dozens of trees.
    Zoe’s mouth hung open. Everyone—Troy, Skylar, Noah, Owen, and Kaden—were all lying on the ground.
    She let out a small gasp, but she couldn’t get any air.
    Only when they started to move, picking up their heads to look at her, could she breathe again.
    She hadn’t killed them. Thank God.
    But the horror of it had her shaking her head and backing away. She turned and nearly stumbled over Troy’s sprawled out body. He reached for her, but she skidded away from his arms and sprinted for the main house.
    She hadn’t killed them… but she could have.
    Somehow—she didn’t even know how—they had ducked down before she had unleashed the fury of her magic. But if they hadn’t been so quick, they would have been cut down just like the still-smoking trees at the edge of the forest. Or blown to pieces like the stump.
    There was no way in hell she was ever doing that again.
    She had been right all along—her white wolf was too dangerous to live.

 
    Troy was still reeling from the magical blast, but he scrambled to his feet to go after Zoe.
    She was hauling ass back into the house, probably heading for her room—which, honestly, was likely for the best. That burst of magical energy that came out of her hands was like nothing he’d ever seen—but it hadn’t hurt anyone. In fact, the blast itself was almost like the shield that protected her in the lab. At least, it felt that way to Troy when it slammed into him. It had been electrical energy, but it hadn’t been essentially destructive. It had knocked him and the others flat, then gone on to scribe a circle of scorch marks around the edge of the field as it dissipated. But by the look on Zoe’s face and the way she was fleeing, she had to think it was much worse.
    He called out to her, several times, but she was ignoring him. Fortunately, he was faster, and he managed to catch her just as she slammed the door of her room in his face. He grabbed hold of it, swung into the room, then closed it behind them.
    She whirled on him. “Get out!” Her fists clenched at her side. “Can’t you see I’m dangerous?”
    He strode straight up to her and took her by the shoulders. “You’re not dangerous.” He said it as firmly as he could, but she just struggled against him, growling and crying and thrashing. Her claws came out and dug into his chest, but he just gritted his teeth and pulled her closer, letting her work her anger and fear out on his flesh—it would heal, but right now, she needed someone or something to hold her tight. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest like a wild animal that needed calming.
    She struggled a little more, then sank into his chest, sobbing. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Her words were half cries and half sobs.
    “You’ve nothing to be sorry for,” he whispered down to her face, which was tucked against his chest. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
    She looked up at him with tears still leaking from the corners of her eyes. “How can you say that? I could’ve killed you just now. How can you be this… this… good to me? Can’t you see what I am?”
    “See what you are?” He scowled, but his loosened hold allowed her to wriggle halfway out. She seemed determined, so he reluctantly let her go.
    She folded her arms, wrapping them tight around herself, then backed away from him. “I’m a white wolf, but I can’t fight the Wolf Hunter with that,” she said bitterly, as if he had been forcing her into it. “I’m going to find him with science, not magic.” She angrily unlocked her arms and stomped over to her bed, where the computers were still splayed out. She grabbed up her laptop and yanked it open.
    “You can do both,” Troy said softly, keeping his distance.
    She curled up on the bed and stabbed at her computer to boot it up. Using the backs of her hands to wipe away her tears, she rubbed hard against her face to clear it. He hated seeing her be