CHAPTER TWELVE

I ducked out of the way, as the blade swung past my nose, almost kissing it. Vrax let out a groan of anger and swung at me again. I then doubled backwards as the axe came for my head, with his muscles swaying in tune with his weapon.

“What sorcery is this?” I yelled in surprise. Vrax's strength seemed to have doubled in intensity since Elder Jacob used that weird scepter on him. It was as though he was being controlled by another force—or he most probably was. The Vrax I knew was ruthless, but he would never even dream of attacking an alpha.

The crowd that had gathered had disbanded now, screaming and trying to get away from the ongoing battle between my head and Vrax's axe. In the corner of my mind that wasn't populated by surviving the blows, I marvelled at how cowardly they were. They were willing to sacrifice me to the enemy without even batting an eyelid.

He swung another heavy blow, that could have taken my arm off if it landed, but I darted left, and out of the way, then crouch