Therion chuckled softly, his voice was a certain calm ripple amidst the chaos.
He tightened his grip on Enel's neck, unfazed by Alison's futile attempts. "You wolves are always so predictable," he said, his tone carrying an air of condescension. "So loud, so desperate, and so very... ineffective."
Alison snarled, her eyes blazing with fury. She launched herself at him again, her claws glowing faintly with magic as she struck repeatedly. Each swipe, however, passed through Therion as though he were an illusion.
Desperation and rage consumed her as she unleashed a flurry of attacks, mixing her natural strength with bursts of magical energy. After all Enel meant that much to her.
She could not lose him. He was not just her son, he was also her mate. She would rather give her life that to survive a world without him. Such was the fate one's connection to their mate.
And so she struggled.
Yet none of it worked.
