SILVER PACT
The thing stumbled back, dazed just long enough for her to press the rifle to its chest and pull the trigger.
Boom.
It crumpled.
Not dead. But down.
The third creature entered slower, cautious. Its head tilted, golden eyes narrowing. It sniffed the air, then snarled something not quite words but not animal either.
“Pact born,” it rasped.
Ari’s lip curled. “Better than whatever you are.”
Then she lunged claws forming from her own hands now, not weapons but part of her. The two clashed hard, teeth and muscle, until Kael rejoined the fight, slamming the creature into the ceiling before tossing it through the window.
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