Our bodies moved like raging bulls, muscles straining with each powerful thrust. I dug my claws into the ground, desperately seeking firm ground as a lifeline. My fate hung in the balance - one misstep and I'd lose the fight.
We pushed off from each other and I bared my teeth at him, letting out a menacing growl. I watched as his ears twitched and it seemed like he was checking on Denny’s condition. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Was he concerned for Denny's well-being, or was he merely assessing whether the job was done? I didn’t know how this man felt anymore. Hell, obviously I never knew anything about him.
Despite his feelings towards me, I am still stunned to the core at how he viciously attacked his own son. Was this the same man? Or had the insidious power of t
