Malachi
The sound of her cry ripped me from the abyss, a jolt as violent as a tornado's touch.
The wildness within me, that relentless beast, clawed at the edges of my control, desperate to maintain its grip. But her cry, a beacon in the storm, empowered me. Consciousness flooded back. I saw my claws, retracting just as they were poised to tear into Kaida's chest.
The monster, driven by a singular, savage intent, had sought to claim her heart, leaving no chance of survival. Kaida, overwhelmed by terror, had succumbed to the shock, collapsing. I shifted, just in time to catch her before her head could strike the ground.
Twice now, the monster had tried to end her life, and twice, she had somehow subdued it. The first time, it was her blood. This time, it was her voice. Perhaps, as Casp
