The skeletal finger of the Weaver remained pointed squarely at Elara, an undeniable death sentence hanging in the freezing air. Kael’s golden eyes tracked the creature’s hollow gaze, and a primal, terrifying roar ripped from his throat. The Alpha of the Blood Moon didn't just move; he exploded forward, leaving a trail of shattered stone beneath his heavy boots. He was a blur of pure, unadulterated wrath, completely abandoning the front lines to put himself between the ancient monster and his Luna.
The armored Weaver did not flinch. It swung its massive, black-ice scythe in a wide, devastating arc. Instead of striking physically, the blade unleashed a concentrated wave of jagged, freezing spikes that tore through the ground directly toward Elara. The earth cracked open, releasing thick str
