We charged.
The door slammed open before us. Pauline was there—her spine straight, eyes cold fire. Cain’s shadow loomed over her, twisted with rage and madness, his hulking frame pulsing with a sick, unnatural power. His veins glowed faintly beneath cracked skin, a black lightning flickering along his arms and chest. This wasn’t just an old man anymore. Whatever hell he’d dragged himself through had remade him. A monster forged by cruelty and dark energy.
And Mr Ryers. He was lying on the ground unconscious. Still alive though. I could hear his steady heart beat.
I charged.
I hit Cain’s side with everything I had—claws raking, teeth sinking in—but his skin rippled like iron under my assault. His muscles tensed, and with a guttural roar, he twisted, grabbing my wrist with one hand like
