Kairos
The burst of flames that erupted underneath Kairos had him flying through the air and across the forest. The force of the fire was like nothing he’d ever felt before. His arm instinctually went to cover his face. Then he started asking himself questions.
Like, who the f**k was Zora Smith?
That kind of High Magik, to conjure a flame powerful enough to throw a wolf back, ran deep in someone. Someone like Zora, a nobody Alpha from some place West of the epicenter of Wolf-kind, couldn’t have that power. Well, he thought to himself, they could but not if they were a High Alpha.
When the flames stopped roaring, Kairos dropped his hand. The light from the flames was still bright but not enough that he couldn’t make out the shape of a wolf from within the flames. He smirked to himself,
