Ivory's POV
The consequence of the fight was a haze of blood and disorder, the air thick with the metallic tang of spilled soul and the harsh smell of seared fur. My body hurt, each muscle shouting in fight as I attempted to keep up with my human structure, the waiting reverberations of my most memorable change actually resonating through my very being. Rolf remained close to me, his own injuries previously starting to recuperate, a demonstration of the mysterious capacities that flowed through his veins. His eyes, those puncturing spheres that had once filled me with uncertainty and fear, presently held a combination of pride and worry as he respected me. "You battled well, minimal one," he mumbled, his voice a low thunder that sent shudders hustling down my spine. "Yet, this can't proce
