It didn't take a mage scholar to see exactly which wolf the vampires wanted.
Rook lunged first, a green blur of muscle and fury, ripping a feral vampire clean in half. The two pieces hit the ground twitching in opposite directions, still trying to crawl toward Aurelia with the determination of something too stupid to understand it was dead.
Aegon barreled into another at full speed, jaws locking around its torso, momentum carrying both of them sideways. He tossed it off the cliff with a flick of his neck that had zero hesitation and maximum disrespect.
Aurelia darted under Xeon immediately, tucking herself beneath his massive frame like a very expensive, very glowing liability, letting those two put themselves between her and everything with fangs.
