Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted novel Chapter 413

Rnciling this strange shadow wolf with Ivy's existence is impossible. This creepy thing can't be her wolf. It just can't be.

But my brain's denial doesn't help anyone in this situation. Especially when the eerily silent creature dives toward me with a clear intent of violence.

Grimoire's voice echoes in my head, piercing through my frozen brain.

Pure instinct throws my body to the side. Something heavyllides with my shoulder, and it feels like my arm's torn from its socket.

A sudden heat explodes around my wrist. The silver bracelet the Grand Sage had given me so long ago ignites with white-hot power. The surge rushes through my veins like liquid lightning.

And, more importantly, the shadow wolf stumbles back a step, its darkness rippling as if struck by an invisible force. Ivy's toxic green eyes widen with what looks like surprise.

My breath catches. What just—

The creature lunges again. Faster.

No time to think.

The bracelet. That's our answer! Grimoire shouts, his excitement flooding our bond as I dodge again, my brain and body finally in sync again.

Another slash of claws tears through the air where my head had been a heartbeat before. The bracelet pulses, and again the creature stumbles back.

"What the hell is happening?" I grip my shoulder, which still throbs from the impact. "What do you mean, that's the answer? What's happening? A little more detail would be helpful right now!"

It phases into reality the moment it's set to strike. Otherwise, any hit would just go right through you. That's the key.

My feet slide across the frozen ground as I dart away from another strike. The shadow wolf's claws whistle past my ear, close enough that I feel the air displacement ruffle my hair.

So what you're saying is I need to let it hit me to hit it back? My magic pulses through my limbs, lending me the speed I desperately need. That sounds like a fucking suicide mission.

Well, not exactly. Grimoire's mental voice carries a note of grim humor. You can always hit and evade at the last snd, if you're fast enough.

I'm not. So.

Another dodge. Another near miss. My lungs burn from thenstant movement, and my shoulder screams where the creature struck me earlier. The bracelet pulses, once again pushing the shadow wolf back. But is it my imagination? It's growing weaker.

It doesn't have an infinite level of power to protect you. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

Makes sense, but damn. I'd love a low battery notification right now.

Something catches my eye as I pivot away from its next attack. Where the wolf's claws struck the ground, patches of dead grass spread in perfect little circles. The blades shrivel and blacken, as if decades pass in snds.

It wasn't doing that before.

Grimoire. Look at the grass.

I see it. Death magic. Or rather, anti-life magic. It'snsuming the vital energy of everything it touches. It seems your jewelry is doing some damage it's trying to repair.

My stomach lurches. If those claws hadnnected with more than a glancing blow to my shoulder, would my arm be rotting off about now?

Just focus on what you need to do.

Easier said than done. My brain's going fifty miles an hour.

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