Ivan
"Ivan!" Nefra screamed, fighting against Riko, who refused to let her go.
How did I do this?
The arrow's in my hand, but I don't know how it got there. I'd reached out for it, but even werewolves don't have the speed to snatch bullets and arrows out of the air. So, how did I manage it? The only thing I remember is the sensation of possession taking me over. Then, it stopped, and I was still in control.
How could I be in control and not at the same time?
I couldn't move. The arrow's magic makes my arm feel numb. It spread across my shoulder to the rest of my body until all of me was covered in the sensation of pins and needles before the tingling. At any second, I could fall, and the arrow's point would stab me through the shoulder. Luke managed to change the trajectory enough so it wouldn't have hit my chest, but this wasn't an ordinary weapon.
Even without piercing me, it affected every part of me.
