Claimed by the Mafia Biker
“It’s not human. It’s… something else.”
“It doesn’t matter what it is,” Cruz snapped, voice low but fierce. “It won’t touch them. I won’t let it.”
The figure swirled around, claws flashing, faster than the eye could follow. It struck Blade’s arm again, cutting a shallow gash. Blade grunted but stayed upright, knife flashing as he countered. Cruz fired again, bullets grazing its form, sparks flying in a chaotic dance.
I hugged our daughter closer, whispering, “Stay calm… stay calm…” But my heart hammered. Every second stretched, each movement unpredictable.