Emira watched the light coming her way as if in slow motion. Her feet moved instinctively as she moved to stepped out of the way. Aron had gone out of his way to use the darkest magic to kill her. But even as she moved aside, a thought rose. If she dodged this light it would go to those behind her.
Which meant the thousands of werewolves who had come for the ceremony and Lance, Kael and Zen would be hit. She froze mid step. The light wouldn't kill her because of the Goddess' protection. But it would kill all of those behind her. Instead of moving away, she stepped further into it's path. She could take the impact. It might weaken her significantly. But she could manage that.
She brought the whip in front of her and stood up straighter, tightening her grip as the dark energy rushed toward her. But before the ball of dark energy could touch her, a sharp ray of silver light appeared between her and the sphere. First one, then another and then another.
