I was watching the tense standoff between my mother and Seraphina, my shadow-lycan form coiled and ready to help if needed, when pain exploded through my left shoulder.
Fangs tore through shadow and found something solid beneath, and I let out a howl of agony that echoed across the battlefield. One of the remaining rogues had taken advantage of my distraction, launching itself at me while I was focused on the vampire elder.
The bite was excruciating in a way I hadn't expected. The rogue's teeth found purchase in my shadow-form, and wherever they touched, burning pain spread like poison.
"Maeve!" Merida's voice rang out.
Seraphina's laughter was evil and cruel "Focus on me, witch," she taunted, spinning her poisoned dagger. "Your daughter is about to have her own problems to deal with."
