The clash was chaos—fangs, claws, and steel lit under the red glow of Lucifer's aura—but Alessia didn't move right away. She stood still, chains slithering around her arms like living serpents, the shadows curling at her feet.
Then she tilted her head.
Click.
Her tongue tapped against her teeth.
A werewolf came at her from the side—fast, bulked up, snarling. Alessia didn't even blink.
CLANG.
Her chain snapped forward like a whip, coiling around the wolf's throat mid-leap, pulling taut with a screech of metal. He gurgled mid-air, paws flailing.
She yanked.
His body slammed into the concrete like a ragdoll. Hard enough to crack the ground.
Another one came from the left. She pivoted, chain hissing as it sliced through the air—this time, it wrapped around the werewolf's arm. Before he could yank back—
SHHHK.
A shadow blade rose from the ground and stabbed straight through his chest.
The beast choked, then went limp, falling back with a wet thud.
Alessia smiled.
