Chapter 248-9

With anger roiling in my gut, I got shakily to my feet, balling my hands into fists. The rage boiled within and I welcomed it, using the palms of my hands to wipe away the tears that stained my cheeks and seeing the light burning hot and bright from between my fingers. Before I could even take one step, Lucius tugged insistently on my shirt. "No, Megan! Wait," he cried, pointing across the clearing. "Look!" Vánagandr had dropped to his knees and was now swaying, one forearm outstretched, hand clawing at the air. His back stiffened, his body jerked violently and he fell forward onto all fours, breathing hard through his mouth and nose, strong plumes of breath visible in the cool night air. "What happened? Did he get hit?" "No," said Lucius, still clinging onto me. "No. He is here." I looked down at the boy, then back at Vánagandr, realisation striking fast and hard. "Oh my god," I whispered. Thwack. The sound of fist upon bone snapped my attention away and I watched in horror as Fenton