Tucker launched himself into the air, aiming for the final, killing blow. His bloodlust twisted his face into something monstrous.
Amara froze. She couldn't move—not because of fear, but because Grey was behind her.
"Damn it... if I dodge, he'll reach Grey."
The fist drew closer, roaring through the air, unstoppable.
"Damn it!"
Then—like a thunderclap—lightning struck.
Aldwulf descended from above, crashing into Tucker mid-air. The sheer force of the impact shook the ground. Sparks danced across Aldwulf's body, his mana crackling like a storm as he slammed Tucker into the floor.
The rogue hunter lay motionless, knocked out cold.
Amara exhaled, the tension leaving her body in a single breath. Relief flooded her expression.
"You did a good job, Amara," Aldwulf said calmly, his eyes still on the unconscious Tucker.
Aldwulf rushed over, his eyes widening in shock as he saw Grey cradled in Amara's arms—bruised, bloodied, barely conscious.
His fists clenched in silent fury.
