Lorraine's POV
The forest exploded.
Dozens of Elites lunged, black blurs crashing toward the Lycans with lethal intent. The air rang with the clash of power, bones cracking, snarls tearing through the trees, blood misting the air like fine rain.
Varya was a demon unleashed.
She twisted through the swarm of Elites, her crimson hair a flash of fire as she tore through flesh with a savage grin. One Elite's throat was ripped out with her teeth, another flung into the air before his back cracked against a rock. The two Lycans at her side weren't far behind, ripping limbs, smashing skulls, moving like wolves possessed.
But there were too many Elites.
For every one they killed, two more came. Selene circled the battle like a vulture, never engaging head-on, only slipping in with precision, slashing at Varya's side when her guard dropped, stabbing into exposed tendons with her extended claws
I watched the chaos through a blur.
