The Wounded Healer
***Arin's POV***
"Mom!" A burst of dark energy blasted toward her, and I screamed. She rolled behind a fallen stone pillar, avoiding it just in time. However, where the shadow magic had stung her, I could see blood on her arm.
"Impossible," Thanatos murmured, gazing at my mother as if he had seen a ghost. "You passed away eighteen years ago."
Mom stood up and wiped blood from her lip, saying, "I almost did." "But death doesn't come to our bloodline that easily."
The room was in disarray. Everywhere I looked, Shadow Wolves were engaged in combat with pack warriors. Alpha Vaughn's claws were tearing through the dark armor of three corrupted wolves he was fighting at once. But Jaxon was all I could think about. The black veins beneath his skin were pulsing more quickly, and the half-corrupted version of him was screaming in agony. More of the real Jaxon vanished every second I waited.
"Arin!" Kael took hold of my arm. "We must leave this place!"
