Arrow:

Both fights were taking place at the same time.
As the mighty wolf chased the archer through the thick forest, Umara was running from Cassandra's murderous fury.
"I'll gut you with my bare hands, damn you!" Since you appeared my life and my perfect plans fell apart!
"You call poisoning your own husband perfect?"
A doomed expression covered the blonde's face.
"I wouldn't have if he hadn't forced me to."
-Who? Your brother? - Umara mumbled, throwing snowballs in Cassandra's direction with the hope of keeping her away.
"Of course not, imbecile!" Cassandra roared hoarsely. "I mean the unfaithful Alessios, even though I bore the mark that made me his destined mate he fixed his sights on the next slut that appeared, and the next." , and next time, until he fills his harem with those filthy cows!
Umara frowned.
—A pesar de mis súplicas y lloros, no me prestó ni un ápice de atención. A él solo le importaba cumplir esa maldita profecía. ¡Seis lunas; la profecía mencionaba a seis lunas, por lo tanto supe que tendría que compartirle con cinco malditas putas!
—¿Y decidiste que la mejor venganza a su infidelidad era convertirle en un eunuco? Debiste odiarle tanto.
—¡Yo no le odiaba!- vociferó enfurecida.- yo le amaba. Desde niños sentí gran devoción por él, le admiraba, sin embargo él nunca me miró con otros ojos. Incluso se negó a casarse conmigo cuando se descubrió que yo portaba la señal de la media Luna.
—¿Le amabas?- se burló Umara.- vaya forma de demostrarlo, asegurándote que ninguna de las mujeres del pabellón pudiera darle hijos.
Cassandra soltó a reír, era una risa a carcajadas, una risa antinatural. Reía como lo haría una loca.
—Era el plan perfecto. Exterminaríamos la raza cambia formas sin siquiera verter una gota de sangre. Su imposibilidad de dejar descendencia haría de él y sus zorras presas fáciles de las intrigas de los nobles y siendo mi hermano y yo los siguientes en línea al trono…
Cassandra sonrió.
´´Everything was going perfectly… until you showed up and messed everything up! Since you arrived at the Palace your presence has interfered with my vision. I should have suspected it when I was only able to see your mother selling you to that merchant.´´
Those words made Umara break out in a cold sweat.
"What are you talking about?" he asked with a shaky voice.
Cassandra let out a hysterical laugh.
“It was I who ordered the attack on the nomads. I could not allow another bitch to come to hinder my plans. I should have demanded that all the tribes be exterminated! You nomads are only good for slaves and food for vultures!
Umara trembled.
So, Alessios did not lie, he was not the one who orchestrated the massacre.
With a flick of the wrist, Cassandra threw her dagger, which hissed angrily, grazing Umara's right shoulder, opening a five-millimeter wound and going to embed itself into the trunk of a nearby tree.
Umara compressed her lips tightly to avoid uttering the cry of pain that compressed her throat. Cassandra watched with satisfaction, as the blood rolled down her enemy's arm until it fell in thick drops on the pristine snow.
´´As I suspected…- he murmured.- poisons and beasts do not cause you the slightest harm, but the edge of weapons does.´´
Umara took a couple of steps back, but Cassandra was already pulling another dagger out of the folds of her tunic and throwing it at her. The sharp weapon passed with a deafening hiss, grazing Umara's right cheek and opening a gash on her face.
This time Umara could not contain her scream, quickly placing both hands on her cheek in an attempt to control the profuse bleeding on her face.
"It won't do you any good," Cassandra mumbled. "The blades of the daggers are smeared with the blood of leeches." Your wounds won´t close or stop bleeding until you die.
Before I lose my nerve, or worse, before the madwoman throws another of her infernal knives at me; threw me against her. Putting into practice what I have learned during these months of training with the twins. Giving myself the pleasure of giving him quick and accurate kicks on the abdomen and leaving the last and most forceful of all in the face.
Cassandra falls to the ground, spitting up blood and trying to catch her breath, while she looks at me pale and startled.
—You have made two big mistakes, the first is to believe that my gift is the only thing that is useful to protect my life and the second is to believe that my gift is restricted to resisting the effect of poisons and taming beasts because it is not.
At Cassandra's petrified gaze and expression, my shoulder and face begin to heal.
—I don't blame you, I didn't know the scope of my powers either and I don't even fully understand them. The only thing I can say is that they are similar to the mercedes of the desert, which it takes and gives life to as it pleases.
Raising my hands, he caused thick, green roots to grow out of the earth, quickly wrapping around Cassandra's hands and legs, holding them attached to her back, like shackles.
Cassandra squeals in surprise and as she fights against her green prison the more it squeezes her.
Burya, Zai, and Mem came running up to us, but kept a few paces away. A group of warriors, led by one of the captains, accompanied them.
“The battle is over. Victory is ours.- Mem whispered.
"The enemy has withdrawn, they fled in terror!" Burya exclaimed.
Umara smiled slightly.
Cassandra, on her side, was taken prisoner and escorted by the captain of the golden army and his men. As she was led away she resisted, hurling curses at everyone present.
"Where is our beloved?" Mem asked, and at the exact second she finished asking her question, a heartrending howl resounded throughout the forest.

Umara:
The gallop had been frantic, I had taken Zai with me because Mem refused to leave Burya alone. We had taken Cassandra's steed and reached where Alessios and Cassio were battling fiercely.
The first was in his human form, completely naked and the silver tip of an arrow protruded from his muscular chest, making him bleed profusely as he resisted with somersaults and accurate movements the murderous thrusts that Cassio launched at him with his extremely sharp sword.
Mem readied her bow but I forced it down with a wave of my hand.
´´No. You could err and further hurt the emperor. Let me try.´´
Wasting no time, I made the strong roots grow that in moments surrounded Cassio and began to pull him until he lost his sword first and fell to the ground, defeated later.
"Damn Witches," bellowed the former Prime Minister, "I should have slaughtered them all when I could!"
Alessios staggered, pale and uncoordinated, until he fell face-first into the white snow. Completely unconscious.
Zai was silent, standing by the door, Mem sitting beside him as Burya paced inside the scorched tent. Umara, by her side, sat silently on one of the many cushions on the floor as Sarab walked in and out of the tent.
"Is there news?" Sarab asked for the umpteenth time in that hour.
-Not. Cítiê hasn't come out yet.- Burya whispered desperately and all of them directed their gazes to the thick curtain that separated them from the imperial quarters.
"Do you think she survives?" Sarab whispered.
"Of course!" Zai exclaimed nervously. "He's the emperor, the great wolf, the merciless... a foolish arrow can't."
At that moment the curtain opened, giving way to Cítiê, who came wringing her hands and head down. Quickly they all crowded around him, clamoring for his attention in unison, all except Sarab.
"How is he?" Burya yelled.
"Will she be alright?" the twins asked in unison.
´´Speak now, Cítie. Your silence makes us nervoked.´´- Umara rebuked.
The little woman looked at them with a contorted face and teary eyes.
"Our beloved is dying," Cítiê whispered pitifully. "The arrowhead is made of magical silver and is embedded too deeply in his chest." The more we try to extract it, the more it advances in the direction of his heart…in addition, the silver has poisoned him, he has been suffering for hours from the terrible pain caused by the silver substance when it comes into contact with his blood.
"I don't understand," Umara whispered.
´´It's simple.- Mem murmured.- the arrowhead is designed to resist coming out, the more they try to extract it, the deeper it gets embedded... and our beloved is dying poisoned by silver.´´
A sepulchral silence took over the interior of the tent. Burya sobbed in Mem's arms, Zai kept his gaze fixed on the carpet on the floor, Cítiê dried her unstoppable tears with a silk handkerchief, and Umara tried to find a solution to all of this.
´´Umara. - Burya suddenly jumped. - You could hurt him, I know. Help him, how did you do with Sarab.´´
Umara shook her head.
´´I can't. If it were a clean wound without that object inside, it could help it heal, but as long as the arrowhead is still in the wound it will be impossible to close it.
I think that the best thing... - Cítiê whispered in a lawyer sigh.-...would be to avoid further suffering for our beloved. Maybe we should help him…to die.