(Devan's POV)
The dagger was inches from Korra's throat.
Devan watched it fly through the air in slow motion, watched the cursed silver blade spin end over end toward the reinforced glass panel where Korra lay unconscious and defenseless, watched Hale's face twist into triumph as the throw left his hand.
He was pinned against the wall, Hale's claws digging into his shoulders, stolen Golden Blood giving the Silver Moon Alpha strength that should not exist, Devan's wolf was howling, thrashing against the unnatural power holding him down, but he could not move fast enough, could not break free in time to stop what was about to happen.
The dagger hit the gap where the panic room door had not fully sealed.
And Korra's blood reacted.
Golden light exploded outward from her body, a wave of p
