Thessara's POV

The battle raged with primal fury. My spirit pack tore into Asher's corrupted wolves with savage efficiency, ancient warriors against demon-twisted abominations. Silver light and red corruption clashed in the clearing, the sacred ground amplifying every strike.

But Asher himself had vanished the moment my pack materialized, retreating into the forest shadows. Smart. He knew he couldn't face twenty Dragonwolf warriors, not even with his demon enhancements.

"He's running," ...