Chapter 349

SILVIA "Samuel," I said slowly. "Do you remember the explosion technique from the territorial wars? The one we swore we'd never use again because it was too dangerous?" His eyes widened. "Silvia, no. That technique nearly killed us last time we used it. And that was when we were in our thirties and at peak physical condition." "Do you have a better idea?" I challenged. He opened his mouth to respond, then closed it again. "No," he admitted. "I really don't." "Then it's explosion technique time," I decided. "If we die doing this—" Samuel started. "Then we die together," I finished. "After forty-three years of marriage. Honestly, there are worse ways to go." "I can think of several better ways," he muttered, but he was already positioning himself for the technique, his hands moving through the preparatory gestures we'd learned decades ago from a particularly violent alpha who'd taught us his most dangerous tactics. The explosion technique was simple in theory: channel all your remaining