I reached for the silver light and pulled, not flooding my system like I had against the corrupted wolves, channeling just enough to enhance my speed by maybe thirty percent.

Enough to give me an edge without being obviously supernatural.

The world sharpened. Granite's movements became more readable.

I could see the slight dip of his shoulder before he threw that right hook, could predict the pattern of his combination strikes.

I ducked his next punch, countered with a strike to his solar plexus.

My enhanced strength made the impact solid. Granite stumbled back, surprise flickering across his face.

"Lucky shot," he growled.

He transformed.

His body rippled and changed,...