Ivan’s POV
Lighting split the sky and a thunderbolt of pure fury struck the dragon, its howls of pain drowned in the roar of thunder. The sound was deafening and the share force of the blast was enough to knock most Lycans on their asses. Hell, if I hadn’t already had a headache from hell, I probably would have felt it too. But already getting used to the pain, I managed to remain on my feet and watched, as Celier coiled in pain.
The second the lighting cleared, small lines of smoke rose from the dragon’s hide, and the air filled with the scent of char, burnt, and melted skin. Celier’s body was shaking and he groaned, as he fought to get back on his feet. He was weak and the lighting had slowed down his reflexes. Which was something I sure as f**k was going to take advantage of…
“ATTACK
