Moments before she could even plunge the fan into his neck, Azel turned sharply and deflected the attack.
CLANG!
Sparks scattered at the point of impact as steel met bone. The shockwave rippled through the air, forcing Selene to leap backward and put distance between them.
Her fan glinted under the crimson light as she adjusted her footing, with her eyes narrowing at the human who dared stand against her.
"You will regret this," she hissed.
Her calm tone barely concealed her frustration.
He had defeated eight werewolves and then taken down Vargan… the strongest Alpha in Lycas.
Even for a human, that should have drained every last drop of his energy so he was probably pushing himself to win… She would just need to take advantage of that.
The werewolf exhaled softly, masking her anxiety behind an indifferent expression.
She couldn't beat him head-on, that much she knew now but she could wear him down.
That was all she needed.
