LENA
A flood of power rushed through me like something that should have torn my body into pieces. And I drew on strength from three friends at once—Lucien’s millennia-old Lycan magic, Riven’s formidable resolve, Kael’s fight-tactics genius—and it coursed through me and gathered, variegating into something far more lethal than the sum of their Might.
But it wasn't enough.
Jubril was too strong, too skilled, too completely convinced of his own invincibility. We were both holding him back, yes. We were even getting hits on him now and then. But holding and wounding wasn’t victory — it was stalling defeat.
“He is adjusting,” I said through the bond, feeling Jubril learning our patterns as we learned his. “If we don’t draw this to a close it will be death by attrition.”
"How?"
“Through t
