Aurelia pressed herself flat against the ground beneath him. Her golden eyes tracked the vampires circling the pair from every angle.
Vampires were evaluating the cost of approaching a wolf whose body language was communicating a single, clear, non-negotiable message: try it and I will rip you apart.
They were outnumbered. Dozens had grown into over one hundred. It was looking bad.
Xeon was growling. Aurelia was shaking.
Dex's wolf crashed into the circle next. Massive. Black as obsidian. His wolf was also glowing gold. That was new.
Aegon: Make the magic go BOOM again.
Dex: I have told you six times. I do not know how.
Aegon: Try harder.
Dex: Try harder is not a magical instruction.
Aegon: It is a wolf instruction. Try harder. Bite harder. Glow harder. Boom harder. These are simple concepts and you are overcomplicating them.
