Chapter 13: HANDSOME NIGHTMARE.
Elara’s POV
But just when I braced myself for the full-crush, hot-death, roasted-Elara experience. . .
The chaos… shifted.
I heard it before I felt it.
A snap.
Not bone. Not fire.
Magic.
Old. Pure. Heavy.
Like the air itself got punched in the face.
A gust of wind rushed past me...not natural wind, spellborn wind...cool, crisp, and laced with raw power. The kind of magic that made your skin prickle and your wolf shut up for once.
Myra gasped. “Oh. Oh. That’s...”
The impact never came.
Instead… time slowed.
The werewolf and dragon...two walking disasters, both mid-strike...froze mid-air. Literally. Mid. Freaking. Air. Like someone had pressed pause on a scene that should’ve ended with my brains decorating the wall.
The magic held them there,
