Arda shut her eyes, resigned to her fate. The sharp points of Sue’s fangs pressed against her skin, their sting a chilling reminder of what was to come.
Sue’s breaths, raw and animalistic, mingled with Arda’s trembling gasps. Any second now, the fangs would pierce through.
Each passing moment dragged like eternity. The fangs pushed deeper, enough to cause discomfort, though not yet to draw blood. Sue was slow, hesitant, as if something—or someone—was holding her back.
Arda heard a low growl. It wasn’t Sue. This sound was darker, commanding, and laced with undeniable authority. Her eyes flew open.
She already knew who it was before she saw him. Gillow stood crouched low, his intense gaze locked onto Sue’s wild, predatory eyes. His teeth were bared in a snarl, his breaths coming in shar
