Adrianna's scream echoed through the cold night air as her body plummeted toward the dark abyss below. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear and resignation, every heartbeat a drumbeat signaling her impending doom. Just as she closed her eyes to accept her fate, she felt it—a sudden, unrelenting grip around her wrist, halting her fall.
Her body jolted mid-air, and her eyes snapped open. The ground below remained a shadowy void, but the cliff's edge was closer than she dared to believe. A strong hand held her firmly, its strength unwavering despite the precarious situation.
"Hold on!" a familiar voice commanded.
Her gaze traveled up, meeting Alaric's sharp, determined eyes. His silhouette was outlined against the dim moonlight, his dark coat billowing like the wings of a shadowy savior. His fangs glinted briefly as he strained to pull her up.
"Alaric?" she whispered, disbelief and relief mingling in her voice.
