His breathing was labored, his eyes wide with pain and panic. The world around him spun, the sound of fire in the distance and faint screams from outside becoming a blurry echo in his ears.
"Is this the end?" he thought, his body growing weak.
But from the bottom of his heart, he felt something, a strange, hot, trembling urge, as if a power that had been dormant was trying to awaken.
The wolf approached, its fangs ready to tear Arwen's neck. Its red eyes flashed, and its growl shook the air.
Arwen wanted to scream, but her breath was caught in her throat. Her body was stiff, her eyes fixed on that deadly glint—
And just before those cruel fangs touched her skin, a thin, faint, dazzling light flashed from within her.
"Arghhh!" roared the wolf, its body staggering.
The light wounded
