No longer constrained by mortal limitations, the body lunged with impossible speed. One moment she stood still, and in the next, her fangs were embedded in the stone where Thorin's head had just been. He ducked low, sweeping with a leg, but she floated back effortlessly as if gravity no longer applied.
Thorin gritted his teeth. This was different. Kaan had been powerful, fast, and vicious—but still bound by rules. This… was something else. Unnatural.
Thessara flicked her wrist. The dust from the broken corridor surged again, but now it moved like a living thing—swarming toward Thorin with the speed of a thousand stingers.
He leapt backward, calling on every ounce of Alpha strength, landing hard, claws extended. His ribs still ached. Blood still dripped from his temple. But he didn't back down.
