“That won’t work on me.” “No. It won’t,” I said as a rush of wind whipped from above. The light of the moon was suddenly obscured. The Revenant glanced up. “What the—?” Reaver landed before me, rocking the ground and the trees. His tail whipped around, sliding between the wolven as he stretched out his head and opened his mouth. A deafening roar erupted from deep within his throat as a wisp of smoke floated above the frills. “But this will,” I finished, sheathing the sword. “Fire of the gods, right? That will kill you.”
