The Mates Who Gave Him Salvation [Feral 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Scarlet Hyacinth

healing where none is possible. You indulge their ideals and their whims to the extent that you would endanger the world for them.”
    “I may have gone soft, but you’ve forgotten the true power of emotion,” the Spirit Mother replied.
    “There is no emotion here. G’aladon is not a person. He stopped being that a long time ago. He is a thing, and he has to be wiped out, this time, permanently.”
    Cold fury filled Quinn. Kissing Roarke’s now-clammy temple, Quinn left the feral’s body on the grass. Both he and G’aladon got up, facing the rest of the people in the area, both the spirit beasts and Hewitt, Devon and Mason.
    It seemed obvious to Quinn what had happened. The panther had never intended to help them. He had waited for G’aladon to willingly renounce his abilities and attacked once the witch had been weakened.
    How could a supposedly godlike creature be so treacherous? How could he not even care about the destinies they shattered with their cruelty?
    “ You are a thing, a soulless, dirty creature,” Quinn told the panther. “G’aladon paid the price for what he did in the past. And you? What did you do? You killed an innocent man who only wanted to love and be the loved.”
    “I will never forget or forgive this.” G’aladon growled. “You will regret the day you killed my mate instead of me.”
    There was hatred in G’aladon’s voice, thick and venomous. Mere minutes before, Quinn would have been inclined to dissuade the witch from any violent course of action, but now, everything was different. The world had gone gray, and the only thing that kept Quinn from collapsing and surrendering to his own grief was G’aladon.
    Their bond tightened, this time in shared fury, in desire for vengeance. New power roared around them, and for the first time, Quinn opened himself to his abilities.
    There was so much magic present, though, that it almost overwhelmed Quinn. Taking a deep breath, he focused on G’aladon so that he wouldn’t lose sight of his goal. Waves of untapped psychic energy invaded Quinn, and he tamed it with his anger, with his heartbreak and grief. He could sense so many things now, things he’d been blind to before. More importantly, raw, angry power gathered within him and more. The life and beauty of the forest around them pulsed inside his heart, but it only made the sheer void and blackness of Roarke’s dead body more intense. From everyone in front of him, Quinn gathered impressions, and G’aladon’s feelings just added more fuel to the unquenchable fire. Quinn might have been unable to rescue Roarke, but he could help avenge him.
    At the same time, G’aladon reached out to his creations. Quinn could almost see them in his mind, the orcs who had been recently granted souls lending their strength to their master. They cried out in anger and sorrow for G’aladon’s loss, wanting to help him, to fight back against those who’d wronged him.
    Magic exploded in the grove, hitting at the panther guilty of Roarke’s murder. A thousand voices seemed to echo as Quinn and G’aladon spoke together. “You might consider yourself immune to the rules of man,” they said, “but you are not. Everything has a price, and you will pay it.”
    Together, they unleashed the full extent of their emotions and abilities on the panther. Quinn’s attack held the full power of his mind, and he wielded it like a knife, molding his senses into a telekinetic weapon. Through his bond with G’aladon, he shared his power with his mate, who did the same with him. Meanwhile, G’aladon’s magic held so much intensity every nerve in Quinn’s body came into awareness, the fabric of reality twisting under G’aladon’s control. Havedok must have not expected them to possess such power, at least not after G’aladon had willingly given it up. He recoiled, pushed back by the energy. A roar of pain escaped him, and he stalked toward them, obviously meaning to dispatch them as well and finish the