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instant, and then went straight for her throat.
Shrieking, she grabbed its open snout with both hands, realizing the wolf was actually human, sensing its determination to kill her. It bit her hands, and she nearly passed out from the intense pain. If she did not fight, Aislan knew she would die. Somewhere deep inside, she became enraged at her helplessness in the face of powerful sorcery. She stared at the wolf and willed herself to fight, wanting to kill it with her bare hands as she tried to pull its jaws apart to free herself.
Blood splattered everywhere, spraying onto her face and in her mouth.
The wolf squealed and died.
Chapter 6
The Predator
Sheathing his sword, Lucien grabbed the wolf's snout and pulled the jaw apart to free Aislan's hands. He had disabled the other three just enough, but he had killed one sorsvasus brother, running his sword partially through his head. Lucien had only the blink of an eye to decide. They had shown no mercy and had forced him to choose Ais
Lucien reached for Aislan, who sat on the ground, gagging while frantically spitting and wiping her face of the wolf's blood. The other three wounded wolves shifted back to human form, one of whom was Colen who had left earlier with the decollator Mallers. At first, Lucien could not bring himself to look at the face of the sorsvasus he had killed. Pulling Aislan to her feet, he held her securely with one arm around her waist. He could not tarry any longer even though the men were no match for him. Because he had to know, Lucien paused for a brief instance to glance at the face of the dead sorsvasus . Daman. Then he picked up Aislan and ran. The speed sent her legs flying behind her against the force of the wind. Even though she did not make a sound, he sensed she remained conscious.
At first, he ran fast. Eventually, so that he did not drain his energy and put them both at risk, Lucien slowed down and paced himself. He took a moment to adjust Aislan more comfortably. She shifted and slid an arm about his neck, bracing herself when he ran again. Pressing her cheek against his chest, she hung onto him limply. When he had to stop again, she pulled back, almost too feeble to look at him, but Lucien could not give her his attention right now while he replenished his own energy.
His strength had ebbed. The wolves had torn at his legs and arms. He needed to find somewhere to regenerate properly, but he had to put distance between them and the wolves. The three he spared could regenerate and recover, although it would be difficult for them to go after him now. He knew the one he killed was a Tracker like himself, who led the pack to find him and Aislan. Unlikely there would be another Tracker or Swift in the group, so they would not be able to catch up. Lucien also suspected, except for Colen, the other two shape-shifters could not fight in human form. Sorcery was highly specialized, and half of the sorcerers Lucien knew did not have combative skills. However, he knew better than to underestimate them. The Sorsverein trained only the best sorcerers with either unique or highly diversified abilities. Lucien did not want to take a chance by staying put for too long.
When he could not run any longer, Lucien stopped. Aislan had passed out, no doubt from the shock and from loss of blood. He paused in front of one of the many caves that cut into the side of the mountainous Balican forest. His energy had drained considerably from his own loss of blood, and his senses had become fuzzy, but he forced himself to focus as he looked for a cave. Aislan slumped against his body, weighing nothing. Righting her, he bent to hoist her over his left shoulder, letting her drape face down, her head dangling against his back. Keeping an arm behind her knees to anchor her in place, he unsheathed his dagger and made his way into one of the caves.
The silver blade glowed faintly, not enough to see details, but enough for him to make out the outline of where he stepped
Shrieking, she grabbed its open snout with both hands, realizing the wolf was actually human, sensing its determination to kill her. It bit her hands, and she nearly passed out from the intense pain. If she did not fight, Aislan knew she would die. Somewhere deep inside, she became enraged at her helplessness in the face of powerful sorcery. She stared at the wolf and willed herself to fight, wanting to kill it with her bare hands as she tried to pull its jaws apart to free herself.
Blood splattered everywhere, spraying onto her face and in her mouth.
The wolf squealed and died.
Chapter 6
The Predator
Sheathing his sword, Lucien grabbed the wolf's snout and pulled the jaw apart to free Aislan's hands. He had disabled the other three just enough, but he had killed one sorsvasus brother, running his sword partially through his head. Lucien had only the blink of an eye to decide. They had shown no mercy and had forced him to choose Ais
Lucien reached for Aislan, who sat on the ground, gagging while frantically spitting and wiping her face of the wolf's blood. The other three wounded wolves shifted back to human form, one of whom was Colen who had left earlier with the decollator Mallers. At first, Lucien could not bring himself to look at the face of the sorsvasus he had killed. Pulling Aislan to her feet, he held her securely with one arm around her waist. He could not tarry any longer even though the men were no match for him. Because he had to know, Lucien paused for a brief instance to glance at the face of the dead sorsvasus . Daman. Then he picked up Aislan and ran. The speed sent her legs flying behind her against the force of the wind. Even though she did not make a sound, he sensed she remained conscious.
At first, he ran fast. Eventually, so that he did not drain his energy and put them both at risk, Lucien slowed down and paced himself. He took a moment to adjust Aislan more comfortably. She shifted and slid an arm about his neck, bracing herself when he ran again. Pressing her cheek against his chest, she hung onto him limply. When he had to stop again, she pulled back, almost too feeble to look at him, but Lucien could not give her his attention right now while he replenished his own energy.
His strength had ebbed. The wolves had torn at his legs and arms. He needed to find somewhere to regenerate properly, but he had to put distance between them and the wolves. The three he spared could regenerate and recover, although it would be difficult for them to go after him now. He knew the one he killed was a Tracker like himself, who led the pack to find him and Aislan. Unlikely there would be another Tracker or Swift in the group, so they would not be able to catch up. Lucien also suspected, except for Colen, the other two shape-shifters could not fight in human form. Sorcery was highly specialized, and half of the sorcerers Lucien knew did not have combative skills. However, he knew better than to underestimate them. The Sorsverein trained only the best sorcerers with either unique or highly diversified abilities. Lucien did not want to take a chance by staying put for too long.
When he could not run any longer, Lucien stopped. Aislan had passed out, no doubt from the shock and from loss of blood. He paused in front of one of the many caves that cut into the side of the mountainous Balican forest. His energy had drained considerably from his own loss of blood, and his senses had become fuzzy, but he forced himself to focus as he looked for a cave. Aislan slumped against his body, weighing nothing. Righting her, he bent to hoist her over his left shoulder, letting her drape face down, her head dangling against his back. Keeping an arm behind her knees to anchor her in place, he unsheathed his dagger and made his way into one of the caves.
The silver blade glowed faintly, not enough to see details, but enough for him to make out the outline of where he stepped
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