Ren was pinned back against a massive steel support pillar, but he looked completely unrecognizable.
His usual pristine composure was entirely shattered. His striped tail was flaring out wildly, his long claw-tips digging deep gouges into the solid steel behind him.
His shirt was half-torn, revealing his pale, sleek, corded chest heaving with deep, ragged gasps, and his icy blue eyes were entirely gone—swallowed up by massive, pitch-black pupils that burned with a wild, feverish madness.
Caspian had both hands locked around Ren's wrists, his broad chest radiating waves of furnace-like dragon heat as he held the silver leopard in place through sheer brute force.
"Control yourself, cat!" Caspian growled, his golden eyes flashing as Ren snapped his sharp fangs just inches from Caspian's throat, his body twisting with terrifying, predatory strength.
