Chapter 111: Witches in the Woods
Jacob and the others followed Lydia deep into the woods.
Lydia suddenly stopped, but she didn't need to say anything. Everyone could see it—a blue light glowing half a mile ahead, pulsating between the dense trees.
"Let's get closer." Jacob said, his voice a low murmur.
They moved silently, the unnatural light growing brighter until they reached the edge of a clearing. Peering from behind the thick trunks, they saw the source.
In the clearing, fifteen meters away, seven figures in black robes and tall, pointed witch hats stood in a semicircle before a shimmering, circular space portal. The ground around them was littered with corpses.
"Damn monsters." Allison whispered, her voice cold with fury.
"They killed ten people." Lydia said. "And whatever they're summoning… I can feel it. It's dangerous."
Scott stared in horror and fury. Stiles, though angry, was more fascinated by the swirling space portal. Cogman observed the scene with indifference.
Jacob's eyes scanned the clearing. He looked for the Nemeton but didn't see it. 'I thought they might be using the Nemeton.'
"Let's go kill them." Malia said, her claws itching to extend.
"No," Jacob said firmly. "You girls are not going to fight them. They're witches. They can teleport and use dark magic. You shouldn't get close to them. I'm going to kill them quickly."
"Then let us help you from here." Allison argued. "We'll use the guns you gave us."
Jacob said. "Actually, I can kill them all at once from here."
"But I want to kill one too." Malia pouted.
Jacob focused on the figure in the center of the seven. "Fine. But first, let me kill the one in the middle. She's the strongest. The moment I kill her, you girls can open fire."
The girls retrieved their Spartan Lasers from their spatial rings. Stiles saw the weapons and forgot himself, his voice rising in an excited shout. "That's the Spartan Laser!"
Lydia quickly waved her hand, creating a sound-dampening field to stop his voice from reaching the witches. Although she succeeded, the witch in the middle sensed the use of energy and turned toward their hiding place, shooting a quick ice spell at them.
Jacob waved his own hand, using telekinesis to deflect the attack. The spell veered off course and slammed into a cluster of trees ten meters away, instantly freezing them into grotesque sculptures.
Cogman smacked Stiles on the back of the head. "Imbecile."
"Sorry!" Stiles hissed, rubbing his skull.
All seven witches now faced their hiding spot, fear etched on their faces beneath the wide brims of their hats. They couldn't see Jacob, but they had felt the brief, terrifying surge of his power before his concealment ability masked it again.
The central witch stared straight into the darkness where Jacob was hidden, her golden eyes piercing the shadows. Jacob, Allison, and Lydia recognized her instantly.
Lydia reinforced the sound barrier around them. "Jay, that woman… she's the wife of the wizard, Charles, the one you killed. I saw her in the memory you showed us."
"I know." Jacob said. "Which means the thing they're summoning is probably the monster Charles had a contract with."
"A monster?" Stiles whispered. "What kind of monster?"
"A monster from another world that controls the ice element and likes to eat human flesh." Jacob explained, his gaze locked on the portal. "Especially young girls and babies. Charles performed rituals to send victims to it in exchange for borrowing some of its power. That's all I got from his memories."
He stepped forward. "I need to know why these idiots are here, and if they know what I am."
"How would they know what you are?" Allison asked.
"Charles figured it out before I killed him. Or, to be more exact, he guessed half the truth, and I told him the rest." Jacob admitted. "I need to see if he passed that information on before he died."
Allison glared at him. "You told a wizard what you are and didn't think he might have a telepathic link to his coven? You idiot! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is, considering what you are and how attractive your blood and body would be to magic-users?"
Jacob scratched the back of his head nervously. "I… lost myself in the moment. I'm sorry. But don't worry, I'm strong now. It doesn't matter if people know."
"It's not about how strong you are. It's about our peaceful lives!" Lydia cut in, her tone exasperated. "Every supernatural hunter, collector, and power-hungry freak on the planet will come to this town to hunt your stupid ass and interrupt our lives!" She crouched down, listlessly tracing circles in the dirt with a broken branch. "Ahh, my life is over. Will I ever be able to go shopping again without some idiot trying to kidnap me to get to my stupid husband?"
Malia rolled her eyes. "Stop acting like you're weak. They can't catch you." A fierce smirk played on her lips. "And I think it sounds fun. We can fight every day."
Cogman nodded in agreement. "Lady Malia is correct. We could kill people every day. That is fun."
"No, it is not fun." Allison snapped. "My parents and this whole town will be in constant danger." She fixed a sharp glare on Cogman. "And you—don't get any ideas about spreading information about what Jacob is just so you can have your twisted fun with the people who come hunting. We don't even know if Charles told anyone."
Cogman looked away, an expression of feigned innocence on his face. "I would never do that. I would never put Sir in danger."
Allison snorted. "I'd believe you if I didn't know you so well."
Jacob opened his mouth to defuse the situation, but Scott interrupted, his voice urgent. "Guys! Now is not the time to argue! That portal is getting bigger, and those witches are casting another big spell!"
Jacob coughed, turning his attention back to the witches. "Okay, girls. Let's get serious."
Ignoring the lingering glares from Allison and Lydia, he stepped out of the shadows and into the clearing.
Two of the witches had joined hands, their voices rising in a unified chant. A massive sphere of swirling frost and razor-sharp ice shards began to form above their heads.
Jacob's eyes glowed red, and two beams of concentrated thermal energy—his Heat Vision—shot from them. It struck the first witch in the head, exploding it in a burst of gore. In one fluid motion, he shifted his gaze slightly; the beam swept through the second witch's neck, cleanly severing her head.
The spell they were casting fizzled into a harmless mist.
Stiles shook Scott's arm, vibrating with excitement. "Did you see that? He used Heat Vision! Like Superman!"
Scott pried his friend's fingers loose. "I saw it. Could you please stop shaking my arm?"
Jacob's gaze settled on the leading witch, his expression cold. "I know you. Your name is Edith, right?"
Edith stared at the terrifying teenager before her. She didn't mind talking—it would buy time for the monster's arrival. "Who are you, and how do you know my name?"
"Didn't Charles tell you about me?" Jacob asked, his tone casual.
Edith's eyes widened. "You knew Charles?"
"I got to know him quite well a few weeks ago." Jacob said, a smirk playing on his lips.
"You're the one who killed him?" Her voice was a low growl of anger.
"Yes, I am. Is that why you're here? For revenge?"
In answer, Edith teleported behind Jacob and hurled a dagger at him with blinding speed. But Jacob was already gone—reappearing instantly between her and the spot where Allison and the others hid. With a wave of his hand, he froze the dagge in midair. It was black and emanated a foul, creeping energy. Another flick of his wrist sent the dagger shooting toward another witch. The woman teleported, reappearing three meters to the side, but the blade, still under Jacob's control, instantly changed course and stabbed her in the back.
The witch collapsed instantly. Dark veins spider-webbed across her skin before her flesh and muscles dissolved, leaving behind a skeleton in a black robe.
From their hiding place, Stiles said. "That dagger was cursed?"
"Obviously." Lydia said. "So stay close to me. They don't know we're here because I put a sound barrier up after you screamed. If they find us, they could teleport next to us and use us against Jay."
"Couldn't you have used the sound barrier the moment we arrived here?" Stiles asked.
Lydia glared at him. "I didn't know you were going to scream, you idiot."
Back in the clearing, Jacob waved his hand. The dagger flew from the skeleton, and with his other hand, he unleashed a hot flame that reduced the cursed weapon to ashes in an instant.
Edith teleported back beside the other three surviving witches, her gaze locked on Jacob in horror. His casual display of brutality left her trembling. She stumbled backward, her voice a shaken whisper. "What kind of monster are you?"
Jacob's smirk returned. "Don't act like Charles didn't tell you."
"He told me, But I didn't believe what he said." She said, her voice trembling. "I want to hear it from your own mouth."
Jacob listened to the frantic rhythm of her heartbeat, and thought. 'She's lying. Charles didn't tell her anything.' Then He said. "Is that so? Fine, I'll tell you. I'm a hellhound. With some special abilities."
Edith said. "So Charles was telling the truth, you're a hellhound, that explains why your fire could burn my dagger." She glanced at the portal, which had grown larger, and a smirk of her own twisted her lips. "But you're going to die tonight, hellhound. To avenge Charles, I did something he warned me never to do: I summoned the Master to our world for the first time. He will kill you and turn this town into a frozen hell. Too bad I won't be here to see you die."
Jacob sent a telepathic message to the girls. [She has no idea what I am. You can kill them now, they're about to run.]
Edith turned to the three remaining witches behind her. "We can't kill this monster. Let's run..."
Before she could finish her sentence, her survival instincts screamed. She teleported, appearing ten meters away and preparing to vanish again. But Jacob was ready. He took a banana peel from his pocket dimension and tossed it a few meters in front of him.
Edith, for a reason she couldn't comprehend, spun around and began sprinting directly toward the discarded peel.
The three remaining witches froze, bewildered, as their leader charged back toward Jacob.
From the shadows, Allison, Lydia, and Malia took aim. Three thick, crimson laser beams lanced out from their Spartan Lasers. Each beam found its mark, blowing the heads off the three stunned witches.
"Yes! Headshot!" Stiles shouted, pumping a fist. He turned to the girls. "Can I borrow one of those?"
Lydia didn't even look at him. "That's a no."
In the clearing, Jacob pointed a hand at Edith, who was still mindlessly running toward the banana peel. He clenched his fist, and his telekinesis clamped down. With a sickening, wet crunch, Edith's body was compressed into a bloody pulp. A follow-up burst of flame from his other hand incinerated the remains.
Seeing all the witches dead, Stiles ran over to Jacob. "Jacob, please, give me a Spartan Laser to play with! You have more, right?"
"Maybe, but…" Jacob's eyes were fixed on the swirling portal, his expression deadly serious. "…now is not the time to play."
Allison and the others joined him. "Jay, can you close that portal?" She asked.
Jacob shook his head. "No, I can't. Now, all of you, get back and watch from a distance. That thing is about to come out. Remember to use your energy shields to protect yourselves."
"Okay." Allison said. "But don't play with it. Just go for the kill." She turned to the others. "Let's go."
"Are you just going to leave Jacob to fight alone?" Stiles asked. "Aren't you worried?"
"Worried?" Lydia gave a small, knowing smile. "You have no idea how strong Jay really is, Stiles. But I think you're about to find out. And if you're lucky, you'll finally learn what he is."
"Really?" Stiles's eyes sparkled. "Then I can't wait!"
Scott frowned. "Didn't he say he was a special hellhound?"
Stiles looked at his friend as if he were stupid. "Did you believe that? Sure, Hellhounds use fire, but they definitely can't use lightning. He was just testing to see if that witch really knew what he is."
A ground-shaking roar erupted from inside the portal. The air temperature plummeted, and the dead bodies nearest the portal began to crackle with a layer of frost.
Everyone stared as the shape of a monstrous head pushed against the dimensional gate—a head crowned with two massive horns and lit by two glowing red eyes that fixed on them with hunger.
"Guys, hurry up and leave this place!" Jacob commanded.
Allison and the others used their super-speed, blurring away to a safer distance, leaving Jacob alone to face the monster emerging from the portal.
Chapter 112 - Fire and ice
Allison and the others ran, not stopping until they were a hundred meters away from Jacob. Lydia, Allison, and Malia immediately activated their Quen Shields, combining their individual barriers to form a large, shimmering energy dome that encased the entire group. From within its protective glow, they watched as the monster finally emerged from the portal.
It stood three meters tall, an ape-like behemoth with thick, blue skin. White fur covered its chest and shoulders like a frozen mane, and a long white beard hung from its jaw. Above its head, two large, sharp horns curled upward. Its eyes burned with an ancient, insatiable red hunger as it fixed its gaze on Jacob.
The air cracked. A wave of intense cold radiated from the creature, flash-freezing the ground, and the trees in a fifty-meter radius.
The monster bent down and snatched up one of the frozen witch corpses. It bit into the torso, consuming the frozen flesh with a sickening crunch, then tossed the remains aside like rubbish. Its glowing red eyes returned to Jacob.
Despite the immense, unconcealed power emanating from Jacob, the monster showed not a hint of fear or intimidation. Its hunger only seemed to grow, focused entirely on Jacob as if he were a feast of pure energy.
Jacob observed the creature, feeling the sheer power rolling off it. 'What a powerful beast. I don't know what it is, but it does look like a yeti.' He called out, his voice cutting through the unnatural silence. "Hey, can you talk?"
The Yeti's only answer was a guttural growl. It opened its maw, and a torrent of freezing breath, thick with shards of ice, blasted toward Jacob.
"I guess not." Jacob sighed. Then he vanished.
He reappeared right beside the Yeti, his fist a blur of motion as he aimed a crushing blow at its temple. The Yeti's reaction was terrifyingly fast. It raised a massive, furred arm, blocking the punch with a sound like a hammer striking an anvil. The counterforce sent Jacob flying across the frozen clearing.
Jacob flipped mid-air to land gracefully on his feet. He looked down at his arm, which was now covered in a layer of frost; the creature's icy power had tried to flash-freeze his flesh. With a thought, he let a wave of heat radiate from his skin, the frost melting away in an instant.
Jacob opened his mouth and unleashed a torrent of dragon fire. The Yeti responded in kind, blasting a concentrated stream of its own freezing breath from its jaws. Fire met ice in the center of the clearing. The collision created a massive plume of superheated steam and a concussive shockwave that shattered frozen trees, but neither attack gained ground. They were locked in a stalemate of raw elemental power.
Jacob cut off his fire breath. In the same instant, he teleported behind the creature. He raised a hand, and his telekinesis flared. An invisible, giant hand of pure psychic force clamped around the Yeti's body, squeezing with enough power to crush a tank.
A grunt of effort escaped Jacob. "Oh, he's tough. I thought I could squeeze him to death."
The Yeti roared, a sound of pure pain and fury that shook the ice from the trees. Then, it unleashed its full power. Dark clouds materialized overhead. Snow and hail the size of fists began to pummel the earth. The forest around them groaned as the deep freeze intensified. Then, from the frozen ground, a massive arm of solid ice erupted, swinging a fist the size of a car at Jacob.
Jacob waved his free hand, erecting a shimmering telekinetic barrier that stopped the ice fist cold. But then another arm grew, and another. Three more glacial limbs sprouted from the permafrost, all hammering against his psychic shield. A blizzard tornado, swirling with razor-sharp ice, formed and roared toward him.
Jacob felt the strain. Maintaining the telekinetic grip on the Yeti while defending against this onslaught was draining his mental energy fast. He released his hold on the creature and teleported away, avoiding the converging ice arms and the vortex of the blizzard.
Freed, the Yeti slammed both fists into the frozen earth. A visible shockwave of absolute zero temperature erupted from the point of impact, racing outward in an expanding ring, turning everything in its path into a sculpture of pristine ice. Its trajectory was headed straight for the dome shielding Allison and the others.
Jacob teleported again, appearing inside the girls' Quen Shield just as the wave hit, and unleashed his Fire Domain.
A sphere of controlled, silent inferno erupted from him, contained just within the bounds of the energy dome. The world outside turned a blinding, crystalline blue as the freezing wave passed over and around them. Inside, it was an oasis of shimmering gold and red heat.
Stiles and Scott flinched, surrounded by swirling fire, but to their shock, they felt no heat, only a comfortable, protective warmth.
Allison looked out through the fiery barrier at the frozen wasteland that had once been a forest. Her voice was tight with worry. "Jay… can you really kill that thing?"
Jacob turned, pulled her close, and gave her a quick, reassuring kiss. "Relax. That Yeti is strong. But I haven't even used forty percent of my power yet."
Stiles squinted at the hulking blue creature. "You think that thing is a yeti?"
Jacob shrugged. "I don't know exactly what it is, but it looks like a yeti to me."
Scott gestured wildly at the expanse of glittering ice that stretched as far as they could see. "Are you sure you can beat it? That thing made giant ice arms grow from the ground and froze an entire forest! I can't even see where the ice ends!"
"If that thing had come a day earlier, I might not have been able to win." Jacob admitted. His lips curled into a confident smirk. "But now? It's just going to get abused by me."
"What changed to make you so confident today?" Stiles asked.
Jacob's smirk widened. "Me. I changed." As he spoke, his eyes ignited with a fierce crimson glow.
Scott and Stiles stared, stunned.
"Your eyes!" Stiles gasped. "You… you became an Alpha!" Then, his expression turned eager. "You said you'd tell us what you are when you became an Alpha! Remember?"
Jacob said. "I do remember. But it's better if I show you instead of telling..."
"Jay!" Lydia's sharp shout cut through the conversation. "Now is not the time for talking! The Yeti is attacking us! Go kill it!"
Jacob's head snapped toward the monster. The Yeti had gathered a swirling, terrifyingly dense ball of glacial energy in front of its gaping maw, and it was still growing in size.
"Alright." Jacob said. "But first, I need to keep you guys safe." He waved a hand, and a new barrier made from both his telekinetic power and dragonfire encapsulated their group, reinforcing the girls' Quen shield.
Then, he vanished.
He reappeared in the frozen clearing, twenty meters from the Yeti. This time, he didn't hold back. He unleashed his Fire Domain at full power.
A shockwave of pure, annihilating heat erupted from his body. The world within a hundred-meter radius screamed. Ice didn't just melt; it vaporized into steam in an instant. The frozen ground turned to bubbling, molten slag. The crimson sphere of Jacob's domain slammed into the Yeti's own ice domain, creating a spectacular, violent frontier where roaring red fire met silent, deep blue ice.
Inside the reinforced barrier, the air grew hot, but Allison and the others were safe.
The Yeti, enraged by the challenge to its element, finally released its attack. The massive ice-energy ball shot toward Jacob with terrifying speed.
Jacob didn't dodge. He clenched his right fist, which glowed like a miniature sun. He smirked and shouted. "Fire Fist!"
He punched forward.
From his fist erupted a roaring, concentrated pillar of fire. It blasted forward with enough force to distort the air around it. The two projectiles met in a cataclysmic collision. For a single, suspended second, they pushed against each other. Then, Jacob's fire consumed the ice ball, swallowing its energy and continuing its devastating path toward the Yeti.
The creature's red eyes widened in panic. It threw up a thick, multi-layered wall of ice. The fire pillar hit, and the ice didn't just melt—it exploded into superheated steam. The Yeti hurled itself to the side with all its strength. It wasn't fast enough.
The edge of the fiery beam caught its right arm and leg. The blue flesh didn't burn; it was annihilated, vaporized from the limb in an instant.
"Awesome!" Stiles shouted, pumping a fist. "That's Ace's Fire Fist move!"
The Yeti crashed to the ground, roaring in a mixture of agony and fury. Its incredible regenerative power was already at work, icy blue energy knitting new flesh over the grievous wounds at a visible, horrifying rate.
But Jacob wasn't done.
He roared at the sky, unleashing his storm call ability. It overpowered the Yeti's dark clouds, turning the snowfall and hail into a torrential downpour. Then, the lightning came. Not random bolts, but targeted strikes. Thick, blinding spears of electricity lanced down from the heavens, one after another, hammering the Yeti's position.
The creature conjured a dome of solid ice over itself, a desperate defense against the electric barrage. But it was pinned. While it defended from above, Jacob attacked from all sides—blasting streams of fire, hurling bolts of lightning from his own hands, keeping the beast in a constant, desperate state of defense. A few attacks slipped through, scorching its hide or electrocuting its muscles, but its healing was relentless.
Jacob slammed both hands onto the superheated ground.
The earth shuddered. From the bubbling magma and rock, four massive forms heaved themselves upward. They were Magma Golems, each three meters tall, their bodies composed of glowing molten rock and hardened black stone. With ground-shaking steps, they charged at the Yeti.
Two golems seized the creature's massive arms, their grip sizzling against its freezing hide. The other two began a brutal, rhythmic assault, pounding the Yeti with fists like erupting volcanoes.
The Yeti roared as molten lava scorched its hide. To make matters worse, a powerful bolt of lightning from the storm above struck its head, having breached its neglected ice shield.
A guttural roar of pure rage erupted from the creature. Its body swelled with power, growing from three meters to a hulking four. A visible aura of blue, chilling energy erupted around it. The two magma golems holding its arms instantly flash-froze into brittle ice sculptures. With a violent twist, the Yeti shattered them to pieces. It then seized the remaining two golems by their rocky necks and froze them solid before crushing them with its massive fists.
Jacob observed the power-up coolly. "I'd like to have more fun with you. It's rare for me to fight something this strong." He said. "But with all your loud roaring, someone might show up. So playtime's over."
His body began to shift. Black scales rippled across his skin. Horns curled from his forehead, and vast, leathery black wings unfurled from his back. His face elongated into a powerful draconic muzzle filled with sharp fangs. His body expanded, shredding his clothes, until he stood four meters tall in his dragon form. Then coated his entire scaled body with fire and let out a ground-shaking ROAR that echoed across Beacon Hills.
Inside the distant barrier, Scott's body began to shake uncontrollably. A primal, bone-deep fear seized him as Jacob's full draconic aura washed over the land. He could only stare, mouth agape, at the monster his friend had become.
Stiles was shocked, but his shock was rapidly eclipsed by excitement. "T-that's a dragon!" He shouted, shaking Scott wildly. "Jacob is a dragon! Did you see that?!" He finally noticed Scott's trembling, pale form. "What's wrong with you?"
Scott didn't respond, paralyzed by instinct. Stiles slapped him hard across the face. "Scott!"
The sting of pain brought Scott back to his senses. He wasn't angry, just shaken to his core. "You might not feel it." He whispered, his voice hoarse, "But Jacob feels… dangerous and terrifying. All I can think right now is to run as far away from him as I can."
"Of course you would be scared of him!" Stiles said, his eyes glued to the magnificent, terrifying creature that Jacob had become. "He's a dragon! The apex of apex predators in myths! And you're just a little wolf." He shook his head in awe. "Look at him… he looks so cool. I wish I had powers like that."
Back to the fight, the Yeti flinched when it felt Jacob's draconic aura, but it grew more greedy instead of scared. It charged at Jacob, and the two collided—one covered in blue freezing energy, the other in fire and destructive energy. A shockwave erupted from the impact, carving out a massive crater into the earth with them at its center.
But the Yeti soon discovered it was no match for Jacob in his dragon form at all.
Jacob moved with terrifying speed. He caught one of the Yeti's horns, yanking its head down, and drove a scaled fist into its face. The sound of breaking fangs was sharp and sickening.
The Yeti swung a desperate punch. Jacob didn't block it. He caught the massive fist in his jaws and bit down. There was a horrific tearing sound as he ripped the creature's entire forearm clean off. Before the Yeti could even scream, Jacob's eyes glowed. Twin beams of searing Heat Vision lanced out, slicing through the monster's shoulder and severing the remainder of its arm.
The Yeti roared in pain and tried to use its ice breath to attack Jacob. But Jacob responded with his lightning breath, hitting the Yeti squarely in the chest. The impact sent the beast crashing hard into the ground and blasted a hole through its chest.
Jacob stood over the fallen beast, watching as it writhed and seized, electricity arcing across its body, black blood and viscera vomiting from its maw. It began to crawl away, a pitiful, desperate attempt to escape. Jacob raised his draconic head and roared triumphantly at the stormy sky. Then he looked down, his burning red eyes fixing on the crippled Yeti.
Miraculously, the creature's regeneration was still working. The chest wound was sealing, and a new arm was already sprouting from the ruined shoulder. Seeing Jacob's gaze, it did not attack him. Instead, with a final, cunning act, it turned its head and unleashed a powerful ice breath—not at Jacob, but at the distant barrier protecting Allison and the others. Then, it scrambled to its feet and fled toward the slowly-closing space portal.
Jacob didn't even turn. A simple wave of his clawed hand summoned a wall of dragonfire that vaporized the incoming ice breath before it could travel ten meters. Then, he vanished.
He reappeared directly in the Yeti's path, blocking its escape. This time, he was done holding back. He released the last restraints on his power. His body expanded once more. Scales thickened, muscles corded, and wings spread wider. In seconds, he had shifted into his full, six-meter-tall dragon form. The Yeti skidded to a halt. The greedy hunger in its eyes was finally, utterly extinguished, replaced by primal, soul-deep terror. The sound that escaped its throat was not a roar, but a high-pitched, desperate scream.
Jacob's massive claw shot out, closing around the Yeti's neck. He lifted the struggling creature into the air as if it weighed nothing. He leaned in, opened his jaws, and released a focused stream of fire directly into the Yeti's open, screaming mouth.
The fire burned straight through the Yeti's throat and erupted from the back of its skull.
With a vicious twist, Jacob ripped the Yeti's head from its shoulders. He turned to Allison and the others, raised the Yeti's head high for them to see, and let out a final, earth-shaking roar of victory.
Inside the barrier, Scott, who still hadn't adjusted to Jacob's draconic aura, managed a weak smile. "Can you… please restrain that aura of yours now?"
Stiles was practically vibrating, jumping up and down with excitement. "That was awesome! It was like a fight from a Godzilla movie!"
The girls and Cogman simply watched, their faces etched with pride.