Chasing Death (Chasing Light Book 3) by Christina Hagmann

Author:Christina Hagmann [Hagmann, Christina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: RWD Publishing
Published: 2024-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-six

Around a central firepit, Charlie coaxed a fire to life with methodical and painstakingly loud puffs of breath. Beside him, Philomena hovered, her nose wrinkling at the smoke wafting her way. She giggled as Charlie tried to swipe the billowing gray cloud away.

Across the clearing, Tristan and Zena weaved through the tattered canvas tents in search of any remaining treasures that the werewolves had left behind in their haste.

Meanwhile, Deimos and Yuki had already melted into the twilight woods on the hunt for fresh meat to sustain them for this next part of the journey.

Mila stood like a stone while Pekko, a storm trapped in a boy’s body, circled her, pacing like a wolf trapped in a cage. His fangs glinted, and a low growl vibrated in his chest.

“Feel it,” Mila’s voice, a soothing balm against his rising fury, “Not as a monster’s rage, but as the tide in your veins, the fire in your gut. Draw it up, Pekko, from the wellspring below.”

His wild eyes met hers. “But it burns! It rips me apart!” he hissed, moving to strike.

“Then let it burn,” Mila commanded, her hand snapping out, catching his fist mid-punch. “Control the burn, Pekko. Channel it. Be the forge, not the hammer.”

Pekko roared, a sound that sent chills down Mila’s spine. He lunged, claws aimed for Mila’s throat, but she pivoted, the blow glancing off her shoulder. With a swift kick, she sent him sprawling, then crouched at his side, her eyes holding his.

“Fear is fuel,” she said, her voice firm but kind. “But anger… anger can be a weapon or a prison. You choose.” She’d learned that herself the hard way.

He panted, tears mixing with the moonlight on his cheeks. “How?”

Mila placed a hand on his stomach, right below his ribs. “Feel it there, Pekko. The heat, the power. Like a furnace waiting to be tapped.”

He closed his eyes, breathing raggedly, focusing on the warmth under her touch. Slowly, the tension in his shoulders eased, his growl fading into a sigh.

“Now pull,” Mila said, her voice barely a whisper. “Bring it up, channel it into your fist.”

Pekko gritted his teeth, clenching his hand around the air. Mila felt the energy thrumming beneath her palm, raw and potent. Then, with a surge of effort, his entire body shifted. He became a mirror image of her own amalgamation. The beast. His skin rippled with the same dark sheen, and his eyes glinted with hunger.

Pekko roared loud enough to tear the night sky open. He lunged, the earth shaking beneath his feet, and Mila met him head-on with a feral cry of her own. Their forms clashed, a whirlwind of shining flesh and moonlight, teeth snapping inches apart. They were shadows weaving across the clearing, predators locked in a silent ballet of dominance.

Pekko, fueled by newfound control, fought with a calm and controlled intensity that surprised even Mila. He moved like flowing water, each blow deliberate, yet carrying the weight of a mountain behind it. Mila responded in kind, her own wild grace countering his attacks.

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