"Whoa!"
The first wolf died before Luke even registered the decision to move.
It had come from his left, low and fast through the undergrowth, and his Domain caught it at roughly four meters out.
Not a warning exactly. More like a pressure change, a sudden wrongness in the air at the edge of his awareness that his body answered before his mind could process it.
He pivoted and his elbow came down across the back of the animal's skull at full force.
The crack was sharp and absolute. The wolf dropped and skidded through the dirt and did not move again.
Luke stood over it and stared at his arm.
That had not been intentional. He had meant to redirect, to get a read on his speed before committing to anything.
Instead his body had simply produced a response and the wolf was dead before the thought finished forming.
"This is insane..."
He exhaled slowly.
Too fast. The body was ahead of him.
