She turned her head sharply, trying to see who had intervened. But all she could make out were two glowing red eyes staring at her from the darkness, piercing, unblinking. Fangs gleamed beneath the faint moonlight.
Sorayah's breath caught in her throat. She didn't need to be told what stood before her. Another werewolf.
Panic surged through her veins.
Without waiting for an introduction, she bolted from the courtyard, her heart pounding in her ears.
She didn't stop running until she stumbled back into the palace corridors only to come face-to-face with a gruesome sight.
The maid she had just saved lay lifeless before her.
Her body was sprawled on the cold stone floor, her blood pooling around her in a dark, glistening puddle. But it was her head, severed clean from her body that made Sorayah's stomach churn.
A fresh wave of terror crashed over her.
She had saved the girl only for someone else to finish what the first attacker had started.
