Ella's POV
Dean smirked at me.
I didn't hesitate. I launched.
We collided in a crash of limbs and growls, tumbling through mud and ash. He tried to twist out of the way—I was faster. Stronger.
"You've grown," he spat, shifting back into human form mid-fight, stumbling slightly. "Still not enough."
I shifted back too, breathing hard. "I don't need to be enough. I just need to end this."
He grinned. "You're still naïve."
A witch appeared behind him, chanting, eyes glowing violet. Before I could react, Christian tackled her from the side and buried a silver dagger into her chest.
"She was too loud," Christian muttered, wiping blood on his pants. "Like a demon goat choking on glass."
Dean tried to flee in the confusion, but I was on him before he took a step.
I slammed him into the
