Selaphiel’s POV
There was stillness on both sides. If hatred was visible the air would have been scarlet. Then suddenly movement, so much force in every blow. Eloa rained blows onto the animal named Tiger as if she meant to smash him into the very earth and Tiger did the same. Each didn't just want the other dead, they wanted him smashed, obliterated, nothing left to bury. But Eloa was still unprotected from the claws of the animal and he slashed her ribs which showed skin. She did not even pause for a brief moment when she felt the pain.
As if she was fuelled on something else which was making her even more deadly. The animal, even though deadly did not have the same amount of resentment and rage that Eloa had.
“You can do it El,” screamed Melanie as she shot death glare to the vampire
