The waves crashed gently against the shore, the rhythmic sound filling the heavy silence that followed the battle. The scent of blood still lingered in the air, mixing with the salty sea breeze. Alex knelt beside Elizabeth's unconscious form, his hands still trembling from the fight
She lay motionless, her pale skin marred by scratches and bruises. The moonlight reflected off her disheveled hair, giving her an almost ghostly appearance. But Alex knew the truth—she was far from a ghost. She was a living nightmare, a predator in human skin. And yet, she was also the girl who had fought by his side, the girl who had been forced into this monstrous existence.
He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his sweat-dampened blue hair. His body ached, his wounds were healing, but exhaustion gnawed at him. Despite everything, he had done what he came here for. He had stopped her.
But now came the hardest part—getting her out of here before someone else found her.
