The werewolf in front of me recoiled, its glowing eyes fixed on me with a mixture of confusion and anger. It took a step back, clearly unsure of the force it had just encountered. Adrian, who was engaged in a brutal struggle with one of the other beasts, glanced over at me, his eyes widening slightly in recognition.
“You—” he began, but before he could finish, the werewolf lunged again, its claws slashing through the air, aiming for me.
But this time, I was ready.
The power inside me surged, and without thinking, I thrust my hand forward. The force was explosive. A pulse of energy shot out from my fingers, slamming into the werewolf with a force that sent it flying backward. It crashed into the trees with a deafening crash, its snarls fading into a whimper as it struggled to regain its
