Kieran's POV
Rage burned through me like wildfire, scorching every vein, every nerve, until my vision clouded into a black haze. My claws slid out with a sharp snap, my fangs elongating, my body trembling not with fear, but with fury. No one was going to touch Lorraine. Not while I still drew breath.
The Leader raised his arms, a twisted smile curling his lips as though he were welcoming my fury.
"Show me what you've got, boy," he taunted "Let's see if you're worthy of her."
A snarl ripped from my throat before I could stop it. I lunged, claws aimed straight for his chest.
He moved like water. Effortless. Graceful. He slid aside as if I had been nothing more than a breeze brushing past him. My claws sliced the air where his flesh should have been.
I pivoted, launched another strike, faster this time, slashing upwards. Again, nothing. He bent back lightly, letting my claws miss his throat by inches. It was like he wasn't even trying, like I was a child swinging at shadows.
