Her body went rigid, her breath caught in her throat as the thorn embedded itself deep. Pain radiated from the wound, spreading like wildfire through her chest.
Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, staining her lips crimson.
"Ahcehera!" Richard's voice, distorted and strained, reached her ears.
She forced her head to turn, her fading strength fueled by the sight of him. His wolf form was disintegrating into sparks of black and violet light as the core consumed him from within.
His claws raked the ground, and his eyes were wide with terror and pain.
Ahcehera's vision darkened, but she refused to give in. Her thoughts were a chaotic swirl of fear, anger, and desperation.
This can't be the end. Not like this.
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Richard desperately tried to force his way out of the cage, but the chains that bound him refused to yield.
