Death Wolf
“Come out, you bastard.”
Her grip tightened, lifting him off the ground effortlessly. He thrashed, clawing at her wrist, but she held firm, strangling the life from him.
“YES!” she growled, her voice laced with something ancient, something unholy. “COME OUT, THAN! SHOW YOURSELF!”
The sky churned. The shadows quivered.
Zander’s limbs went slack. His vision dimmed.
And then—
The earth cracked beneath her feet.
Her balance faltered.
Zander’s body crashed to the ground, gasping. A howl—deep, unearthly—split the silence.