I was already carrying his pup by then. My powers had waned, and I had no strength left to fight back.
I begged him to spare me. Begged until my voice broke. But all he left me with was a single, weightless phrase: The Abyssal bloodline cannot be allowed to exist. Then he ripped the Abyssal essence from my body and shattered my soul into nothing.
Even Soulreaper was ground to dust beneath his heel.
It was the pup in my womb who saved me.
He sacrificed his own life to lock my three ethereal souls and seven corporeal spirits together before they could scatter.
After a long silence, I reformed into a physical body, but only that of a two-year-old pup, barely able to hold a half-shift.
My heart was full of hatred. I knew I was no match for Fenris, yet I still set out on the road to the Sovereign Grounds to take my revenge.
But my bones had barely knit and my Abyssal essence had yet to coalesce. I couldn't even defeat a rogue wolf at the edge of pack territory.
Just as a feral beast was about to swallow me whole, a pair of large hands scooped me into a warm embrace.