/-Zara-/

"Ow!" I groaned as the pain shot up on my arm.

One moment I was standing there, trying to reach whatever part of Draven still existed inside that massive beast. The next, blood splattered across my shoulder as razor-sharp claws tore through my skin and muscle like paper.

I stumbled backward, my hand flying to the wound of its own accord. Blood, hot and sticky, soaked through my dress in an instant, running down my arm in rivulets to drip onto the stone floor.

'Oh God. Oh God, that ...