Free Spell-Weaver by Angela Addams

This”—she pointed at Vic—“is your love. And he searched for you, hunting until he found his soul mate. Trust me on that, Summer. He’s the only man who you can be happy with. Within him lies all of the answers you seek. He can give strength to your magic abilities, explain them, enhance your understanding, make you powerful.”
    â€œWhat do you know about it?” Summer’s voice rang with uncertainty. She seemed intrigued by this woman’s words, falling for it.
    â€œDon’t listen to her.” Dyami pulled Summer closer to his body as if he could shield her from Talia’s words.
    â€œJust know, if you can’t make this choice for yourself, we will make it for you.” Talia edged forward. “You cannot side with the beast.”
    â€œReally, you expect me to believe that Dyami’s some kind of monster?”
    â€œA monster, a beast.” Talia shrugged. “However you wish to call him, it’s all the same.”
    Dyami could feel the edge of the doorframe against his heel as he shifted them again. He pushed his hands back, holding Summer’s hips and forcing her behind him more.
    â€œHe can transform into a wolf, Summer. That’s what we’ve been trying to show you. But there’s something wrong with him.”
    â€œA wolf.” Summer froze. A heartbeat passed. “There’s nothing wrong with Dy. He’s stronger than you.”
    Dyami’s pride surged. She may not understand or fully accept it, but she wasn’t buying into the Hunters’ shit.
    â€œThat’s a lie and we all know it.” Vic leveled his gun at Dy’s head, determination set on his face. “Beast, whatever she used to protect you is gone. I can feel it dissipating. I’m not going to miss. You should thank me for being merciful. At least you’ll be unconscious when Talia takes you out.”
    Dyami pushed Summer back, crouching as he did. He yanked her along with him, pulling her down. She let out a startled yelp as Vic’s gun went off and wood from the door splintered above their heads. Dyami spun and shoved her into the bathroom. Her eyes went wide as he forced her in, her fingers losing grip on his shirt, his arms, finally his hands.
    â€œNo!” she screamed.
    He shook his head, reached for the door to pull it closed, then felt the bite of something hard embedding in his back. Poison burned once again, amplifying what was already there. He collapsed into Summer, knocking her down under his weight as his beast roared within. His body contorting, spasming, unable to transform, to defend, the poison from another Huntress’s weapon searing through him.
    There was a growl. He couldn’t tell if it was his or not, his ears ringing, vision fading. He breathed in Summer’s scent. Her hands were covered in blood as she reached behind her and whipped a towel forward. She yanked the blade out without hesitation, putting pressure against the wound as she tried to staunch the flow.
    She was hysterical, the Hunter’s hands reaching to her that she batted away, screaming, cursing, fighting to stay with Dy.
    And then she froze, time seemed to anyway, her tear-soaked eyes wide with disbelief, with fear, with confusion.
    Dyami craned his head, squinted his eyes, the glare of the afternoon sun shining a halo around the one thing he never thought he’d see again. The biggest motherfucking black wolf he’d ever known came crashing into the room.
    Mayhem had arrived.

Chapter Twelve
    Everyone was talking about wolves and Summer thought they were motherfucking nut jobs…until she saw it herself. In the midst of all the chaos, Dyami bleeding, his body contorting, spasming in seemingly painful ways. And then these crazy people grabbing for her—Talia, Vic—trying to pry her away. Suddenly, quite inexplicably, there was a wolf. It was big, black, growling low, menacing. Its eyes conveying emotions, like a human