UNDER THE BLOODY MOONLIGHT
He only looked at me with the same eyes that looked at me with no emotion present before.
The battle between Everleigh and Arturo intensified. Their movements became a chaotic ballet of violence, punctuated by the sickening sound of tearing flesh. With each exchange, they grew weaker, their supernatural strength waning.
Struggling against Dominic's relentless grip, I felt a surge of adrenaline. I focused, channeling my fear and anger into a single, desperate act. With a burst of strength, I twisted my wrist, breaking free from Dominic's grasp. I lunged at him, my claws aimed at his throat.