Nefretiri
"Ivan!" I elbow Riko in the chest as hard as possible, trying to force him to let me go.
Something was happening, and I didn't know if it was good.
Ivan had always been fast, even though you couldn't tell by his size, but to catch that arrow, he had to be more than a werewolf. I had faith in my mate's power, but this was beyond what we knew. Was it Fenrir or Garmr? Did they somehow take control and help Ivan move so fast?
'No,' Hel purred, using my eyes to stare at our mate. He was staring at the arrow in his hand, the magic pulsating off it, becoming a radiating force that circled him. It wasn't defensive or offensive like Luke's. It was just there, and I wasn't afraid of it. 'That was Van.'
Van? Who the hell was Van?
"Goddess, Ivan!" I turned to see Luke finally coming out of it. He was on his knees, the power from the ungodly weapon no longer fueling his power. Now he was drained, unable to stand.