Irina
“Fight him,” my siren and wolf’s voices rang in my mind through the fog of grief that clawed at me and the defeat that suffused my heart.
“I can’t.”
“You must. This spell can’t hold us,” my siren said.
It couldn’t?
“He can’t take our will by force. He never could.”
“That was before I lost them. They were the ones that made me strong,” I replied.
“No. We have always been strong. He never broke us before, and he will not start today!”
I pulled on the reserve of energy that the beasts offered me. The belief they provided gave me the will to fight. Painstakingly I dragged my mental shields back up.
I’d do it for all those that were lost. Those I couldn’t save. Maybe there was still a chance to save Quinn. I refused to let Demetri win and exact his twisted vengeance on innoce
