Khaat was busy firing at the older werewolf that had been dueling with her father when something came abundantly clear to her in her mind. A vision. Her seer's powers kicking off. Her mother wasn't doing well. She wasn't sure that even her father could pull her through this. She felt his silent panic that he didn't ever how. It ahpened so rarely that few ever saw it.
And right behind it came a second vision.
"Khaat!" Michael shouted, firing at the old werewolf to cover her. "You're as bad as he is! Mind in the game or go home!"
"Cover me, Michael!" she said, slipping through a tiny space between the werewolves, the stone driving them apart enough for her to slip through. She headed through the tunnel, on the opposite side of the battleline, And once past it, she noticed the stone was starting to go crazy. She lit her wand dimly and crept through the tunnel alone.
In a dark niche cut into the stone, she heard hoarse, animalistic breathing. And there she saw him. The beast. Wounded, and badly hurt. She leveled her wand and fired a killing curse without a second's hesitation.
To her surprise, they'd surrounded him with a shield. The killing curse bounced off and bounced back towards her. She managed to dodge it, but not before blasting a hole in the wall behind her, some of the rubble falling down on her in the process. It knocked her to the ground, stunning her for a second. Then she got up, coughing and sputtering, covered in dust.