The Greater Evil's eyes gleamed with dark delight the moment she saw the Queen. Their smile widened, and their hand in the air tightened its invisible grip.
Seraphina's body jerked violently, her feet dangling higher. The sound of her choking filled the battlefield. Her nails clawed at her throat, desperate for air that wouldn't come.
"Seraphina!" Alaric's roar broke through the chaos, his rage snapping the last thread of his control. His body trembled, muscles rippling under his skin as a guttural growl erupted from his chest. His claws dug deep into the ground before he lunged into the air.
He tore through the corrupted witches like a shadow of death. Each swing of his claws sent bodies crashing into the dirt, blood splattering across his black fur. He sped through the battle like he had gone berserk, his only focus was her.
'Seraphina.'
