212. Try

Black saw the Skinwalker's hand touch Cherry's back and, the moment after, the female omega was propelled into the werewolf's arms who started to run at the same time a female voice rang in the stillness of the forest.

"Run!"

Immediately after her cry, the Skinwalker fell back to the ground, exhausted but she wasn't done yet. Alana dug the tip of her fingers into the ground and roots sprouted, thick and sturdy, once she muttered some words. They locked Black in a plant prison. Skinwalker crawled and put her hand on the rough surface and mumbled one more time.

The roots transformed under the effect of his magic. Their plant nature changed and gave way to a mineral renowned and coveted for its hardness. Alana recoiled from the diamond construct after coating it with a good layer of lunar energy. She knew the Sorcerer was vulnerable to it and she hoped it would give them some time. Without wasting any time, she stood up to walk away.