Nyxara Rising
His gaze missed nothing; every feint, every shift in her stance was catalogued, analyzed.
“You’ve changed,” he spat, breath ragged. “Stronger. Faster. But underneath, you’re still just human.”
Nyxara’s grin was wild, savage, the wolf’s triumph shining through. “You have no fucking clue what I am.”
She exploded into motion. Her knife flashed, burying itself in his shoulder. She spun, heel slamming into his chest with bone-crushing force, then rammed her palm into his jaw, shattering bone. He dropped, blood pooling, body ruined.