“You can’t win.” I said, voice calm but dangerous, like the quiet before a storm. “I am the storm.”
Her struggles became frantic. The shadows of her magic licked at me, desperate, trying to find an opening, but every surge met my defenses, every wave of her energy met retaliation, amplified through the bond, the Moonbound connection, and the sheer force of will.
I could see the fear now. Finally, she knew she’d underestimated me. All the arrogance, all the manipulation, all the calculated charm. None of it helped her now. She was cornered, exposed, facing a force she had never understood, never studied, never anticipated.
“You’re… you’re… stronger than I thought.” She gasped, eyes wide, teeth gritted, hands trembling.
“Yes.” I said simply, my claws pressing a little harder, forcing her
