The first wave of South wolves moved under Leonard's command, disciplined and fast with silver flashing in moonlight, fangs bared and blood roaring despite the Void Moon crushing down on their instincts.
They came in staggered ranks, flanking wide, but they never even reached Cain.
Cain stepped forward once, and it was almost as if he just vanished into thin air. The Ground beneath the first line of wolves collapsed as their bodies slammed together mid-stride, their ribs caving, and spines snapping under impossible pressure. Several wolves hit the forest floor already dead, their blood spilling into the ground.
The Vines of the forest quickly wrapped around their dying bodies, seemingly absorbing whatever was left of them and feeding itself.
Theodora stared at the carnage with a smile, then she outstretched a hand toward the Veil in an attempt to reach out.
And of course, the Veil answered.
