My claws scraped against bone, my fangs sank into ragged fur, and I felt the sharp sting of wounds opening across my skin. The scratches, cuts, bites, but I pushed through the pain, fighting to hold the line. I fought fiercely against the rabid mutts, claws and teeth tearing through the chaos of the battlefield. The scent of blood and dark magic was thick in the air, a nauseating mixture that made my stomach churn. Every strike I delivered was fueled by pure instinct, muscle memory and rage, my body working on its own as the adrenaline surged through my veins.
But amidst the frenzy, I could still feel her, Chrissie, her essence calling to me through the tumult. I pressed my hand over my heart, desperately seeking the rhythmic, calming beat of our bond, that fiery connection that had burne
