Move.
That single word screamed through Lyralei’s mind as she stared at the wolf’s jaws inches from her face, close enough that she could count every tooth in its mouth and smell the rot on its breath, but her body wouldn’t respond because something had frozen her in place like prey caught in a predator’s gaze.
Then something massive slammed into the wolf from the side, sending it tumbling away in a tangle of fur and black smoke and Gerald’s creative cursing that would have made sailors blush.
“Why the f**k are you just standing there glowing like firelight looking stupid?” Gerald shouted at her as he regained his footing, his weapons already moving to intercept another attack. “You got a death wish or something?”
Lyralei blinked and looked down at herself, at the gold marks still puls
