Chapter 49: Or Die Trying

"I will claim what is owed." A red fire poured from Noctavion's eyes. "Even if I have to die trying!"

He rushed his target, preferably Naia, and found Zamson sealing the gap in his advance. Swinging his fists, unafraid of the sword that dropped Seff, who surprisingly was still alive, but writhing in pain.

Noctavion's bone sword declared itself significant in slaying wulvyn and a raw bane against vampyrials. Avoiding it and his bite was mandatory. Killing Noctavion was a must at this point. Granted, they were right where he desired them, unfortunately for them.

Noctavion thrusts his blade for Zamson's gut, missing the shifter by an inch. As punishment for his error, his face felt the full might of Zamson's wulvyn fists, both burned black, smokeless, clawed. Hellishly wolfish to the extreme. The power of The Black Wolf forced Noctavion to stagger backward.

And Zamson wasn't even in his final form.