He had never seen a creature like this in his whole life. It looked like a wolf, surely, but Lorcán knew this was more powerful and dangerous than a wolf could ever be. There were horns on his head and when he opened his mouth, fire was spurting out of it. He looked as deadly as Lorcán had ever seen a creature looked and felt. He was even beginning to be exhausted by their fight, because he wouldn’t lie to say he was stronger than this creature that dangerously guarded Zinambra, he wasn’t.
When he saw the fire the wolf had spurted out as though he were a dragon, Lorcán quickly pulled a shield all over his body and the fire went off leaving him unscathed. He didn’t know what else he would do, because he was certain that this monster would kill him at any chance it got. He wanted to call De
