THORNE
I pulled the nightfall back into myself in one violent motion, collapsing the dome and giving the Gammas air to breathe.
And exposing us completely to the pack of hounds waiting to tear us apart as flesh split into fur and jaws.
The transformation was instantaneous. Umbra surged forward, massive and dark, my Gammas shifting beside me in a coordinated wave of snarls and snapping teeth.
We met the hounds mid-leap.
Bone crunched. Blood sprayed hot across stone. The corridor became a writhing mass of bodies, a chaos of claws and fangs and desperate violence.
I tore through three hounds in as many seconds, Umbra's jaws closing around throats and crushing windpipes before they could howl. The nightfall coiled through the fight like a living thing, tendrils wrapping around legs and yanking hounds off balance so my Gammas could finish them.
