The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
Ares roars, charging again.
Perla moves like water, like smoke, like nothing I've ever seen. She sidesteps his attack without looking, grabs his arm as he passes, and uses his own momentum to throw him into the altar. The ancient stone cracks under the impact.
"I was there when the Moon Goddess walked among us," Perla says, stalking toward him as he struggles to rise. "I was one of the first she blessed. The first she gave the gift of transformation. Do you understand what that means?" She kicks him in the ribs—casually, like swatting a fly—and he crashes through two more pillars before sliding to a stop. "It means I've forgotten more about power than you'll ever know."