The werewolves dived out of the way of the mudslide, but one of them was caught by the wave of debris. He was buried beneath the mud, and his howls of pain echoed through the forest.
Zephyr's anger grew ten-fold at this and he charged at her, instead of fighting off her minions who were blocking his path, he jumped across them and hurried toward where she was.
A daunting smirk appeared on her lips, he had stupidly fallen for her trap, she thought as she disappeared from where she was sitting.
Zephyr's gaze hardened at the sight of the empty seat, whereas Elvira appeared behind him, attempting to strike him hard when she was bounced off by someone else. Their claw was wrapped against her neck and she was pinned hard to a nearby tree.
She attempted to fight him off with her magic, but she was no match for him, he was on a different level, she supposed.
