No one. Nothing. Only darkness. The wolf beast snarls, then launches itself forward, meeting something solid in the thin air. It snaps its jaw and magic flares in the air. I hear a man groan, breath panting. More magic sparks and I lift my hands to fire my own. But where? At what? “I know you’re there,” the beast snarls, whimpering as magic singes the fur on its back, then running and locking its jaws around something I can’t see. Another groan. More magic.
Tristan?
