Nyra's POV
The creature loomed over me, snarling and snapping, its jaws just inches from my skin. Every time I tried to move, it was right there—its fangs gleaming like deadly knives. My pulse pounded violently in my throat. I fought to keep my breath steady.
I had no choice. If I stopped moving, I’d be dead.
It lunged again, and I barely managed to sidestep. My foot connected with its chest, sending it staggering backward. I darted for the door, my heart pounding in my chest. Sweat dripped down my back, but I pushed through it.
I was almost there—just a few more steps—when a powerful hand clamped around my arm, yanking me off my feet.
Pain exploded across my body as I slammed into the wall. I gasped, the air knocked from my lungs, and my vision blurred with the force of the impact.
