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."
