Stephen
My body was shaking, not just from the pain, but from the adrenaline. The lycanthrope lay on the ground, his breathing shallow as his human form began to emerge again. The claws had shrunk, the teeth had returned to what they should have been. He was on the verge of death, but something in him still resisted.
"Who sent you?" I demanded, approaching. My words came out as a growl as I kept my eyes fixed on him.
He coughed, spitting blood onto the floor, but instead of responding, he laughed. A weak laugh, filled with mockery and something darker.
"You... have no idea... what's coming," he murmured, his words almost indistinguishable.
"Speak quickly!" I roared, grabbing him by the collar. He gasped, but the laughter didn't disappear.
"She has to die," he whispered, eyes boring i
