Cyrus paid no attention to Sarah's anger, his gaze locked firmly on the werewolf. At that moment, the creature seemed to sense the immense power radiating from him. Its growls ceased, and it stared at him with wary eyes, a low rumble vibrating deep in its throat.
"This werewolf is nothing more than a pathetic toy you use to puff yourself up," Cyrus said, a flicker of disdain crossing his face. Slowly, he raised his hand, and an invisible force began to coalesce in his palm. The werewolf, sensing the imminent danger, tensed before launching itself at Cyrus with a ferocious burst of speed, its body a blur of black lightning.
Cyrus, however, remained composed. Just as the werewolf was about to reach him, the force in his hand erupted in a sudden, blinding burst of energy. A brilliant flash
