Ivan
White hot pain erupted in my chest as I stabbed Jushion's again.
"I. Don't care. How much you fight!" I screamed as the blade dragged against his skin. They weren't scales like a dragon, which made this easier.
It was working.
Jushion fought me, but every time I stabbed him, I managed to retrieve more of the clay. Touching the clay burned, like it was toxic to my soul, but the connection was breaking. At first, Perun screamed and howled, the pain unbearable, but now he only whined. I felt more of the sensations because I was here, but the bleeding had slowed. I couldn't stop. We were so close.
When all was said and done, I'd have to tell Shay I owed him a life debt. He was the only reason we weren't dead. The angel wasn't a healer, but he did an incredible impersonation of one. Others came to help after Shay ordered the woman to go, and now all nine Shurakai were helping me however they could. They didn't know what was happening, but showed loyalty worthy of any werewolf.
