Like a thunderclap, the dog's snarl echoed through the walls and into my chest, shaking the little shed. As the enormous beast pounced, its jaws snapping perilously close to his throat, the successor's sneer vanished and was replaced with a moment of worry.
I watched the conflict as I staggered back, gripping my sore wrist. As he attempted to repel the dog's constant attacks, the successor twisted and ducked, his knife glittering in the low light.
"Olivia!" I was startled out of my reverie by Ethan's feeble voice calling from behind me.
I looked at him, his body slouched against the wall, his face white and drenched with perspiration. He was moving slowly but resolutely as he struggled to sit up.
I hurried to his side and dropped on my knees, saying, "I'm here." "Remain motionless. You're not strong enough.
His jaw was clenched as he shook his head. "We must leave. Right now.
