The Witch And The Alpha
Ilyra screamed, her face contorted with the effort of holding the magical tether, and I scrambled to my feet with a roar that felt more like the shadow than the wolf.
I drove my sword into the masonry of the bridge, channeling a surge of the entity's dark energy into the cracks, and the ancient stone began to groan and shudder under the weight of the combatants.
"The bridge is coming down, move!" I yelled, grabbing Ilyra by the waist and sprinting toward the southern bank while the Ironclaws realized too late that the ground was vanishing beneath their feet.