Sofia Rhys.
On impulse, I drew out my claws in front of me as discreetly as I possibly could, my ears perking up for any sound that would give me an indication of what this intruder is up to. Mentally, I had prepared myself for it to get bloody.
The minute I heard the movement, I turned around, ready to strike. However, much to my surprise, there was no one there—or to be precise, it wasn’t what I expected. Because instead of the person I was prepared to fight against, I was instead met with the sight of a rat running off to hide into a hole situated in the corner.
My brows drew in, my eyes narrowing as I slowly regained my original stance, straightening my spine despite not putting my guards down. I know better than to do so. When I was certain there’s nothing out of place, and that wa
