Chapter 89. Run, Elves, Run

CYRAN

The world is a haze of a furious, dark blue, and everyone I see are black shapes within it, claws and all, they are threats to me. I can’t stop. I have to get out of here. We have to.

Another steps in front of me; mage or wolven, I cannot tell; his eyes glaring a weird violet through the harsh blue. Saelyna throws her arm forward, and hurls a bolt of iden at him, ripping him cleanly in half. We storm forward, through the forest, two unstoppable forces brining anything in our path.

Someone calls out my name and hers. I pause, more because it is a roar, loud and reverberating through my bones. We both turn at the sound. A wolven, fully transformed stalks towards us, as tall as Argell but more terrifying. I still can’t see properly, and the magic within threatens to burst at the slightest impulse, but I don’t need to look any further when I recognize the deep sea green eyes of Veesa.

Someones zips at her, a flash of horns and fangs, but she grabs the hybri