Elanor felt the claws against her neck before suddenly, her body was moving. No—! Wait—it wasn’t her who was moving.

Someone grabbed her collar, throwing her back, away from Zukon’s claws and she crashed to the floor from the force of it, staring at the ceiling, eyes wide as she tried to process what happened.

She hadn’t moved.

Azzoth HAD.

Shakily, she turned her head, taking in the sight before her.

Zukon was staring down Azzoth who stood there, ...