Garith growled. “Itsi blugh dor not ihnas.” He pointed at me, and I could feel the spell release me. “Now, bring me the tools on the bench.”
I stumbled and caught myself on the back of a pew. Before I hurried over to the tool kit. I could smell the silver before I grabbed it. I walked with shaky steps to the front of the room, all eyes watching me until Lynn started to laugh again. All eyes shifted to her as I stopped next to Garith.
“He’s dead.” Lynn’s laughter turned to heartbreaking sobs. “He’s dead, and he can never touch another wolf ever again.”
Lynn’s face was triumphant. Brandon screamed. “Derek!” But he was still frozen. Derek himself was stuck on his knees, eyes open but glossy. Blood still trickled from his wounds, but that was more from gravity than it was from his heart.
