immense. Its gray and white coat was thick and coarse. I pushed at its neck to hold it back.
Earth exploded from the ground as Rayna called her magic. Rocks burst through the grass protecting her and hitting the approaching wolves.
Bursts of wind crashed through the trees, knocking wolves off balance. More wolves soared through the air in pairs as Marcus pushed the onslaught of reinforcements back. His element moved with ease, leaving the air around us thick with power.
Tiki picked up wolves by the neck and threw them effortlessly. Long supernatural talons jutted from his hands, cutting deep into leaping werewolves. His muscles flexed as he pushed the shifters back. He was a fierce warrior. Strange fangs dropped from his mouth and razor-sharp bones burst out of his forearms. White plates split through his skin, revealing solid bone that protected his arms, shoulders, and part of his torso.
Vincent was on the ground draining the blood from a small brown wolf. Furry bodies lay motionless around him, torn in multiple pieces. His skin was translucent, black veins pushing against it as though they could split his flesh at any moment. Solid black filled his eyes and they glowed with a primal need. His long razor claws had fur and skin stuck on them.
Drool fell over my face as the wolf fought my resistance. Thick and sticky, his saliva slid down my cheeks. I focused my power and called to my water element. I ripped the cool rush up from my soul and let it crash into the demon.
The wolf tried to pull back as water flooded into its lungs. I gripped its white fur with everything I had, but it jerked back and tore itself from my grasp.
I jumped to my feet and kept the magic flowing. I wasn’t touching it anymore, but my magic still poured into it. I didn’t stop to question the power. I kept pushing. The power moved in a fluid motion from my hands and into the wolf, filling the air between us.
Two more moved in around me and I let the energy surround me. All three wolves yelped and tried to step back from my elemental grasp, but it was too strong. Their thick legs pushed at the earth, unable to move. I didn’t know how, or why, but I didn’t care. Nobody was going to bite me without my say so.
Power crashed through me and water drizzled out of the wolves. Their ears, eyes, mouths, and noses released waves of water until their bodies gave in and collapsed. I waited until their forms went limp before I pulled my magic back and turned back to face the battle.
Everyone kept the shifters at bay, but I could see another half dozen trying to creep up behind Tiki and Marcus. I moved in front of them and pushed the magic out. A glowing ball of power grew between my palms and the wolves sprinted towards me.
Drops of liquid formed idly in the air, shaking as my power drew them in. Streams of water slid towards me, like rain riding the windshield of a moving car. As each bead of water came together, the power built and grew in my hand, creating a wall of water. The wall hovered in front of me as the power expanded until I couldn't hold it anymore.
A wave of dark blue water burst forward, rolling over the ground and crushing the Underworlders back with liquid force. The water pushed their limp, furry bodies across the earth.
Adrenaline pounded in my veins and the battle filled me with a rush of excitement that I hadn’t realized I’d been missing.
I was disappointed as I heard the howls. Several of them called into the sky and turned to retreat into the woods. The other shifters followed, and in moments, the grounds were vacant of any breathing wolves.
Half a dozen lay dead in a deep puddle of my own making near the driveway, and single bodies were scattered everywhere. Injured hunters called for help, while others lay motionless in the moist grass, painted red with injuries. Those still standing and fully able radioed for more backup and began collecting their wounded.
“Chase–” Marcus started.
“I don’t know what
Earth exploded from the ground as Rayna called her magic. Rocks burst through the grass protecting her and hitting the approaching wolves.
Bursts of wind crashed through the trees, knocking wolves off balance. More wolves soared through the air in pairs as Marcus pushed the onslaught of reinforcements back. His element moved with ease, leaving the air around us thick with power.
Tiki picked up wolves by the neck and threw them effortlessly. Long supernatural talons jutted from his hands, cutting deep into leaping werewolves. His muscles flexed as he pushed the shifters back. He was a fierce warrior. Strange fangs dropped from his mouth and razor-sharp bones burst out of his forearms. White plates split through his skin, revealing solid bone that protected his arms, shoulders, and part of his torso.
Vincent was on the ground draining the blood from a small brown wolf. Furry bodies lay motionless around him, torn in multiple pieces. His skin was translucent, black veins pushing against it as though they could split his flesh at any moment. Solid black filled his eyes and they glowed with a primal need. His long razor claws had fur and skin stuck on them.
Drool fell over my face as the wolf fought my resistance. Thick and sticky, his saliva slid down my cheeks. I focused my power and called to my water element. I ripped the cool rush up from my soul and let it crash into the demon.
The wolf tried to pull back as water flooded into its lungs. I gripped its white fur with everything I had, but it jerked back and tore itself from my grasp.
I jumped to my feet and kept the magic flowing. I wasn’t touching it anymore, but my magic still poured into it. I didn’t stop to question the power. I kept pushing. The power moved in a fluid motion from my hands and into the wolf, filling the air between us.
Two more moved in around me and I let the energy surround me. All three wolves yelped and tried to step back from my elemental grasp, but it was too strong. Their thick legs pushed at the earth, unable to move. I didn’t know how, or why, but I didn’t care. Nobody was going to bite me without my say so.
Power crashed through me and water drizzled out of the wolves. Their ears, eyes, mouths, and noses released waves of water until their bodies gave in and collapsed. I waited until their forms went limp before I pulled my magic back and turned back to face the battle.
Everyone kept the shifters at bay, but I could see another half dozen trying to creep up behind Tiki and Marcus. I moved in front of them and pushed the magic out. A glowing ball of power grew between my palms and the wolves sprinted towards me.
Drops of liquid formed idly in the air, shaking as my power drew them in. Streams of water slid towards me, like rain riding the windshield of a moving car. As each bead of water came together, the power built and grew in my hand, creating a wall of water. The wall hovered in front of me as the power expanded until I couldn't hold it anymore.
A wave of dark blue water burst forward, rolling over the ground and crushing the Underworlders back with liquid force. The water pushed their limp, furry bodies across the earth.
Adrenaline pounded in my veins and the battle filled me with a rush of excitement that I hadn’t realized I’d been missing.
I was disappointed as I heard the howls. Several of them called into the sky and turned to retreat into the woods. The other shifters followed, and in moments, the grounds were vacant of any breathing wolves.
Half a dozen lay dead in a deep puddle of my own making near the driveway, and single bodies were scattered everywhere. Injured hunters called for help, while others lay motionless in the moist grass, painted red with injuries. Those still standing and fully able radioed for more backup and began collecting their wounded.
“Chase–” Marcus started.
“I don’t know what
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