NYX

I summoned my favorite weapon with magic, and just as he lunged at me, a huge, razor-sharp axe materialized in my hands.

I swung the blade toward him, grazing just millimeters from his fur—he’d think twice before attacking me head-on.

But he was fast and slippery, sharp as hell.

I rolled across the ground when he launched at me from a blind spot on my side.

Hit the cold stone hard, arms raised with the handle gripped tightly. His open jaws clamped onto the wood, jerking my arms back and forth.

I was about to kick him in the gut, but then something insane happened:

The axe’s magic was being absorbed by the wolf.

Something oozed out from his fur—black root-like vines from some kind of plant, and they wrapped around the handle, disintegrating it at an alarming rate.

“What the hell is this?!”

“NYX, STAY FOCUSED!” Aidan’s roar snapped me out of it.

The axe vanished from my hands—along with my defense.

When the Beta’s wolf went in for the win, I raised my elbow and slammed it into his s