Leo didn't understand what just happened.
One moment, he had Ryan pinned to the ground, rage burning in his chest as he prepared to end it all.
The next, Ves had appeared like a ghost, her movements swift as she sank her **teeth into Ryan's neck, drawing blood.
And now, Ryan lay on the ground, clutching his neck, his fingers pressing against the wound as if he could somehow stop the inevitable.
Leo stared, his mind struggling to process what he had just witnessed. The battlefield, once filled with snarls and growls, had fallen eerily silent, save for the sound of Ryan's ragged breathing and the soft rustle of wind carrying the scent of blood and decay.
Ryan's eyes met Leo's, and for the first time, Leo saw something unfamiliar in them—fear and confusion.
It mirrored the emotions swirling in Leo's chest.
His gaze drifted upward to Ves, who stood over Ryan, her shoulders rising and falling with each labored breath.
