The aftermath
333 Words
The Aftermath*
The silence between them was thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken questions. Lucas sheathed his knife, his eyes never leaving Nina's wolf form. The rogue's lifeless body lay at her paws, a testament to her newfound power.
As the adrenaline wore off, Lucas's exhaustion began to set in. He reached out a trembling hand, hesitantly touching Nina's fur. She didn't flinch, didn't move, just stood there, her eyes fixed on some point beyond him.
"Nina?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Slowly, the wolf's gaze shifted to his face. Lucas's heart skipped a beat as he saw the recognition in her eyes, the spark of humanity that he'd seen before.
But it was fleeting. The wolf's gaze turned cold, calculating, and Lucas felt a shiver run down his spine. This wasn't the Nina he knew.
He took a step back, his eyes never leaving hers. "Nina, it's okay. It's over. You can come back now."
The wolf's ears perked up, and for a moment, Lucas thought he saw a flicker of confusion. But it was quickly replaced by a primal, feral energy.
With a low growl, the wolf turned and padded away, disappearing into the darkness. Lucas watched her go, a sense of unease settling in his stomach.
What had he done?
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus. They needed to get back to Sophia's, to figure out what to do next.
As he turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of movement out of the corner of his eye. The rogue's body was shifting, its limbs contorting in an impossible way.
Lucas's eyes widened as he realized – the rogue wasn't dead. It was transforming.
He spun around, his knife at the ready, but it was too late. The rogue's transformation was complete, and it was now a twisted, nightmarish creature.
Lucas's heart pounded in his chest as the creature charged, its eyes blazing with a feral intensity.
This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.
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