Chapter 142

Liam wanted to reject the idea but Nicole interjected, "When we find it I am the only one who will be able to stand inside a ball of concentrated magic, which is what it is, so let's not argue." Liam grunted, showing that he grudgingly accepted it. As she fought alongside Dark Moon, Nicole's instincts and training kicked in, guiding her throughout. The battle raged on, with clashes and collisions reverberating through the night. Werewolves lunged and swiped at their adversaries, their fangs bared in ferocious snarls. Witches wielded their dark magic, casting spells and conjuring elemental forces to unleash havoc upon their enemies. Liam and Nicole, forced apart by the chaos that ensued, find themselves surrounded by a swarm of adversaries. She fought with unwavering determination, her movements a dance of power and grace. Her claws slashed through the air, finding their mark with precision, while her heightened senses allowed her to anticipate her opponents' attacks. She targeted the w