Malric lunged at me, but I twisted out of the way, raising my hands instinctively to shield myself.
When I opened my eyes, black smoke swirled around me—and I was no longer standing near Malric. I was now on a hill behind the werebears.
The bears had turned, charging Malric and his soldiers. Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind.
“Who the hell are you?” I snapped.
“My name’s Kronos. I’m here to get you somewhere safe,” he said.
“Sure. I’ve heard that line before,” I muttered.
“Mage! Give the bears a little help!” Kronos shouted. A woman stepped out from behind a tree, her golden eyes glowing as she locked onto the animals. At once, the werebears attacked Malric and his soldiers with renewed fury.
Kronos grabbed my hand and we sprinted down the hill until we reached the bottom, wh
