(Amaia)
My heart jumps into my mouth as the light and warmth seem to have receded around him, sucked into the black hole of shadows that lift off his skin.
Like an extension of his hunger, gloom and liquid darkness, they split into arrows, spears and swords. The coldness they possess I can feel till here. Brutality, hopelessness and void they carry. He hurls them towards Kacir at a blinding speed, the ones vampires are known to possess.
But Kacir jumps and effortlessly weaves through them, transforming mid-air, not into a wolf but to my surprise, into a hound.
I draw in a sharp breath as reality settles like a jigsaw puzzle for me. So that's why he didn't heal as quickly as others back when we went through the first test. It also explains what he said about Rahria wanting an Alpha werewolf. He wasn't one, he was a hound.
"I am guessing you didn't know," Alnitak says in amusement. I just nod my head, without blinking.
