End of Éretlen
They crashed through the forest, snapping at each other. Their bodies whipped around trunks, leaving deep gashes behind and marking a path of violence. As long as the battle remained within the trees, they were evenly matched. She was larger, her greater growth a result of years of tricking him out of the best morsels. But he was still faster, better at using the surroundings to his advantage. Strength grasped at speed, tooth scraping at claw. Vihrein could feel his sister’s fury. It raged and beat at the edge of his mind. Gone was the slyness of their youth, her endless machinations and belittling tricks. Raa’alle had given herself over to raw anger in her attempt to trap him in fear, beat him into submission.
