Chapter 115
Battle hurled Ethan out of the debris with savage intent, sending him skidding across the dry, cracked earth of the courtyard. Ethan’s body bounced, every impact sending agonizing spikes up his spine, a testament to the damage Fury had already inflicted. He finally rolled to a stop, coughing violently, blood bubbling at his lips.
Ethan clawed at the dirt, forcing himself onto his hands and knees. The air was thick with dust, pulverized wood, and the ozone scent of spent magic. He spat out a mouthful of dirt and glared at the massive wolf standing over him. Battle was a terrifying silhouette against the rising dust cloud—a creature carved from shadow and pure, relentless muscle, every inch coiled with a single purpose: destruction.
“You’re just an animal,” Ethan wheezed, his
