Zack´s POV
Everything seemed to be going well.
Too well.
Lean and Vix were closing in from the flanks, calculating the exact moment. Vix had explained the plan in tense whispers: enter Draven through his absorption field, let themselves be swallowed, and destroy him from the inside. It sounded suicidal. It was suicidal. But it seemed like the only way to counter that cursed technique that made him immortal on the battlefield.
And for a moment, we believed it was going to work.
Draven, that bastard abomination, looked distracted, feeding on the life of his own men. One by one, the lycans around him dropped like dry leaves, drained of soul, of essence, of existence.
Then everything changed.
Draven stopped.
He turned his head just slightly. Very slowly. As if the wind had whispered a
