Selena narrowed her eyes. She had no idea what that creature was.
The Drider clicked its mandibles, the sound like nails on a chalkboard. "Ready to die, little wolves?" it rasped, its voice crawling under her skin.
Selena's pulse quickened as the word sank in. It looked like a creature of nightmare.
Without warning, the Drider lunged, its jagged legs stabbing into the ground as it propelled itself forward. Declan shoved Selena aside, narrowly dodging a swipe that would've skewered them both. He twisted mid-air, landing in a low crouch with predatory precision.
"Selena, keep its attention! I'll look for a weak spot," Declan shouted, already circling.
Selena didn't have time to argue. She summoned her power, her claws flickering in and out as she took a defensive stance. "Hey, ugly!" she called, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade.
