A Luna for the Lycan King
The fairies immediately launched an attack on the beast.
The wyrm’s tail whipped across the ground, shearing through bodies, banners, everything. I ducked under it as Dayanara hurled a bolt of blue magic toward the beast, hitting it in the eye. It opened its jaws, cold mist billowing out, and for a second, I thought that was it, that I was going to die in the dumbest, most predictable way possible. But then Dayanara was there, her arms around my waist, yanking me sideways as the blast of frost hit the ground where I’d just been. The cold was so intense it burned, but her magic shielded us, the air shimmering with heat and color.
I stared at her, breathless. “You saved me.” I felt really … fo