Khason
I couldn’t move. I was frozen there, stuck, unable to shift, to do anything but watch. Gaia was screaming, screaming my name…
“KHASON!” she screamed. I couldn’t turn my head, but I could still see her, somehow, standing to my side, her face a mask of undiluted horror, as she stared. Not at me. At the midnight black wolf, barrelling towards me.
Dawson’s silvery form turned towards me, somewhere in the distance. Purple light shifted over the wet rocks of the cave, painting the black wolf’s teeth as it’s jaws opened, as it launched at me.
Move…Move! I urged my body. I tried. Tried to jump out of the way, tried to duck, tried to do anything. But nothing. Cold terror rushed from my heart, and through my veins, with every numbered beat of my heart. Gaia screamed and screamed.
I could
