Sera stepped in front of the attacker and caught him by the throat mid-air.
Her momentum slammed the creature against the ground, pinning him down. He snapped wildly, trying to get out of her grasp, but she didn't let go. Her fingers dug even deeper into his throat, her talons coming out and puncturing his pencil thin neck.
The creature rolled through me in a cold wave.
"Mine," she hissed, leaning forward until her lips were almost beside where the creature's ear would have been. "He is mine," she hissed again, letting her eyes go black. "And no one touches what is mine."
The man froze for a moment before he turned his head to the side.
Submission.
When she let go, the man bolted toward one of the other survivors, leaping onto them without hesitation. No longer interested in Lachlan.
Sera's hand was still trembling as she retracted her claws. Not with fear, but with restraint.
