"Get off me!" Sonia yelled, her voice sharp but steady as she finally regained control over her bloodlust. Her eyes burned with resolve, no longer wild or feral madness. Hearing her speak in complete sentences instead of growling like a wounded beast or howling like a predator on the hunt, Matthews raised an eyebrow but relented. With a flick of her wrist, the pressure pressing Sonia to the ground vanished.
The moment Sonia stood upright, she inhaled deeply, her sharp senses scanning the room. Her nose wrinkled slightly as she began sniffing out the crowd of curse users, intent on identifying the curse master who had restrained and tortured her for four agonizing minutes.
