"What... What is going on?" Rosalind stammered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and bewilderment.
Lucas, his grip tightening around her hand, pulled her closer to him, a protective instinct guiding his actions.
"I have no clue," Lucas admitted, his voice laced with a hint of unease. His gaze shifted towards the dog, its eyes fixed upon him.
A primal instinct whispered warnings in Rosalind's ear, urging them to flee from this inexplicable creature.
"We should leave," Lucas asserted, his tone resolute as he took a step forward. But to their astonishment, the dog trailed closely behind, as if compelled by some unseen force, its relentless pursuit unyielding.
"Lucas—" Her words were silenced as Lucas abruptly halted. His eyes narrowed, his gaze locked onto the dog. Without hesitation, he flung a dagger towards the creature.
