Chapter 337 Ava: Coming Into Her Power

For a moment, I stare at my hand in disbelief. Did I really just do that?

You used too much power, Grimoire says. You can't let it shoot out like that. You'll hurt an innocent.

I wasn't trying, though. I'd just moved without thinking.

Yes. That's why you need to focus. Pay attention, he's getting back up.

Several wolves converge on the fallen vampire, but he swings his arms with a blood-chilling shriek.

He's hurt. He's going to draw on all his power to fight back.

But he's already doing it before Grimoire's words finish, swinging his arms in a wide arc that throws off five grown wolves. They aren't massive, but they're solid, large male wolves, who can't just fly through the air with a swing of someone's arm.

But the vampire manages it, his glittering red eyes locking on me.

"Ava!" Vanessa screams.

A pair of hands grabs me from behind, pulling me back toward the truck. I thrash, shocked to turn and see Wes' grim face. "Luna, you need to run. We'll hold them off for you."

"No, Wes, I'm not—"

The vampire's eyes lock onto me, a predatory gleam that sends ice through my veins. He moves so fast, he's nothing but a blur. My body reacts before my mind can catch up.

"Sorry, Wes," I mutter, planting my feet and using the young wolf's momentum against him.

muscles straining with the effort. He hits the ground with a thud and a yelp, but he's safe.

no time to dwell on it.

balance. But it's not enough. With a snarl of his own,

Grimoire's voice rings in my head. Channel the magic through your core, not just

question or doubt, feeling the magic surge through me. It feels directed, as though Grimoire's hands are on it, guiding it to where it needs

claws straight out, aiming for my chest, white fangs bared in a feral grin. He's covered in streaks of blood,

his chest, willing my magic to follow the movement. It's easier to channel

energy erupts as my fist makes contact with his chest, and his torso explodes as though it's made of paper. The force of it

a moment, I think it's over. But the vampire doesn't fall. He looks down at the gaping hole

lips curl

his head.

literal hole in the

why it's hard to fight

don't have a

mold it.

side, feeling the rush of air as his claws barely miss my face. He might still be alive, in whatever vampiric sense that is, but he's definitely

ears, but my brain tells me something that I know with

I can do this.

slow enough for me

I can fight.

instructed. But it's

vampire's attacks, one after

Focus.

guard. His hand closes around my throat, lifting

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