As Zarya turned away, her fists clenched at her sides. Her body trembled with an unplaceable rage, a quiet storm building in her veins. Her eyes, once a soft amber, now burned red brimming with an eerie glow that wasn’t her own.
A voice slithered from the dark corners of her mind, smooth and poisonous.
“Why don’t I get rid of the parasite… and its f*****g carrier?”
Mia.
The demon nestled inside her had awoken again stronger, hungrier, more venomous than ever.
Zarya’s wolf growled low, desperate to resist.
“There’s something wrong. Something terribly wrong.”
But she couldn’t fight back. Not anymore. Not since Mia had devoured the last of her resistance like a starving beast tearing into flesh.
She wasn’t Zarya now. Not fully. Just a shell, a haunted puppet for the creature dancing b
