How to kill an immortal wolf
He slammed into a tree, breath exploding from his lungs.
Pain flared, hot and blinding.
Mortal.
He forced himself upright, blood trickling down his temple.
The mark over his heart ignited.
Power surged not wild, not infinite, but focused.
Borrowed.
Given.
He moved.
The world narrowed to instinct and precision.
Lucien ducked beneath another strike, seized the creature’s fractured limb, and drove his fist into the glowing seam of its core.
Silver light erupted.
The creature shrieked, unraveling into ash and shadow.