Malachi

The sound of her cry ripped me from the abyss, a jolt as violent as a tornado's touch.

The wildness within me, that relentless beast, clawed at the edges of my control, desperate to maintain its grip. But her cry, a beacon in the storm, empowered me. Consciousness flooded back. I saw my claws, retracting just as they were poised to tear into Kaida's chest.

The monster, driven by a singular, savage intent, had sought to claim her heart, leaving no chance of survival. Kaida, ...