Gorgon didn’t collapse. Instead, his body arched as the neon-green fairy blood he had just stolen coursed through his stagnant veins. His sickly grey skin flushed a violent, bruised purple, and his sunken eyes ignited with a borrowed, radioactive glow. He felt invincible- drunk on the starlight he had just drained from Rhiannon’s throat.
"I have fed on the sun itself today, wolf!" Gorgon shrieked, his voice vibrating with a manic frequency. "You are nothing but a relic of the frost!"
Gorgon moved like a glitch in reality- a blur of Southern speed and shadow-stepping. He lunged, his silver-tipped cane whipping through the air with the whistle of a guillotine.
Fenris pushed Rhiannon behind him, his movements heavy and deliberate, like the shifting of a tectonic plate. He didn't chase
