"Dallan!!!"
Hazel had no idea her voice went that far. Dallan heard.
And every other person around him.
Hazel felt heat, pure and raw, shooting out from her body, diving for the arm she pointed out. She stumbled back, lost footing, and almost crashed to the ground, her arms pressed to both sides of her head. She screamed and rolled on the ground in agony.
It lasted for some seconds. She staggered up, still holding her head, and trying to find her footing.
Her eyes turned pitch black, the color of the night.
At once, her feet levitated off the ground. The fight momentarily stopped. People now stared at the floating figure in confusion.
Hazel looked lost, soulless. She reached out an arm and touched the wolf warrior nearest to her. His eyes turned pitch black too. Like a bot, he whirled on his feet, ran to one of the vampires, and touched him.
It became a game of touch until more than fifteen vampires had dark eyes and were standing still like statues.
