A fright pulled through Blanca's body when her other self fell. She severed their link, and she turned back into a chair. Selvo was already tearing through another lookalike. This battle was going on too long. She was starting to have trouble sustaining the spell. Dimitri had told her that shifting people outside yourself was harder than shifting yourself. And shifting non-living beings was harder yet.
Killian ran into the chamber, carrying the magic mini-generator on his shoulders.
"You carried it all the way here? Alone?" she said in shock.
"I couldn't wait. Selvo is in danger and I'm a damn werewolf. I'm strong."
Wow. He really loved him. Who said romance was dead? Too bad Selvo was too out of his mind right now to comprehend what he'd done for him.
"We need to get the magic generator closer to him," she told him. "Do you see how he's not moving out of that spot. It's like he knows this thing will trap him."
