Ezra and the old woman faced each other as if time itself had stopped to witness their duel. She was fast and lethal, and every move of hers was an impossible dance, as if her body was made of something beyond flesh. Ezra, even with his training and strength as an Alpha, was on the defensive. His sword clashed against the blades that emerged from the old woman’s arms, and each impact echoed through the forest.
Suddenly, Ezra transformed. His body stretched and grew, his snow-white fur gleaming with a cold glow as his ice magic manifested around him. With a roar, he launched a projectile of ice at the old woman, who deflected it with a simple twist of her blades.
“Pathetic!” the old woman shouted, laughing with a voice that seemed to echo in every direction. She leaped onto a nearby tree,
