Makayla's breath hitched as Gino slammed into Mikhail with bone-crushing force, the impact sending both of them skidding across the forest floor. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the trees, a sharp, violent reminder that this was no longer her father.
Not in this moment.
Not in this state.
Mikhail barely had time to recover before Gino was on him again, moving faster than any human should. His eyes, fully consumed by darkness, glowed faintly in the moonlight, no longer holding the warmth Makayla so desperately clung to.
She wanted to believe he could still fight it.
But right now, there was no sign of that struggle.
Only hunger.
Only instinct.
Mikhail gritted his teeth as he braced against Gino’s attack, their bodies locking in a brutal clash of strength. Mikhail
