Power erupted through the clearing so violently that the Hallow surged as roots exploded upward, branches cracking. The ground itself rippled like liquid beneath her control.
Zeke barely had time to brace.
A whip of thorned vine slashed across his flank, drawing blood and spinning him sideways through the dirt. The impact rattled him to his bones, but he recovered and halted in a skid, his claws carving trenches into the soil.
His wolf eyes burned bright gold, but the fear there was no longer subtle. It was primal.
The demon moved without moving.
One blink, she was ten feet away, and the next, she was in front of him. Her hand ~ Theo's hand...snapped forward faster than instinct itself.
Zeke only felt the hit after he was already airborne.
