CHAPTER 117: A GLIMPSE OF THE UNIMAGINABLE

Drakon charged at Vince and his men again, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he launched himself into the circle they'd created and crashed into a sturdy-looking one. Without a pause, he bit into the first thing his fangs felt, and relef rushed through him as his painful scream rose in the air. He felt something slam into the back of his head, completely throwing him off the already dead man and disorienting him for a few seconds. He shook the dizziness off, jumped up, and charged and headed straight at Vince. The other man spun and held up a hand, his palm facing Drakon's wolf and his fingers firmly grasping. "Velox arresto!" He yelled, and suddenly, the alpha couldn't move anymore. He let out a loud snarl of pain and frustration as Vince returned to his incantations. "Shirley," he whispered when he heard her wince out in pain. "I'm fine," she reassured him, then yelped again. Why was she….he paused as he recalled Vince's statement about binding Dahlia with a silver cha