Before either stunned brother could draw breath to speak, Cù-Sìth's tsunami of darkness surged forward in a roiling mass of tooth and talon. Driven by some silent cue from Cù-Sìth, the horde crashed over the pair in an unstoppable force.
Tristan and Malcolm's preternatural speed was no match for the overwhelming numbers. The creatures moved as one terrible entity, their razor talons and snapping jaws creating a whirlwind of savage violence.
A strangled roar of defiance erupted from Tristan's throat...only to be abruptly silenced as one of the hulking beta horrors slammed him down with brutal force. In that same instant, tendrils of unholy light - like lightning lanced out, and bent to some foul purpose, ensnaring the younger Ravenswood in mid-leap.
Tristan's thrashing body went rigid a
