ILLUSION: The Curse of the Moon

...He stabbed her a second time.

Rowan's scream was louder. More broken.

The sound of it- her pain, her fear- shattered something inside him.

A deep, guttural snarl tore through the room.

The bastard had made a mistake.

He had pushed too far.

Enzo's muscles tensed, his fingers curling into fists. The chains bit into his wrists, the wolfsbane searing his skin-

But rage was stronger.

With a snarl, he pulled.

The chains snapped.

The man barely had time to react before Enzo lunged.

They crashed to the floor, the gun skidding across the room. The man reached for his knife, but Enzo was faster.

He ripped the blade from Rowan's leg-

And drove it deep into the man's thigh.

A strangled cry tore from the man's throat as Enzo twisted the knife, shoving it in deeper.

"Not so untouchable now, are you?" Enzo snarled, throwing the words back at him.

The man gasped, his lips curling despite the pain. "This... isn't over."

Enzo bared his teeth. "No. It isn't."

With a snarl, he grabbed the man by the throat-

And slammed him against the wall.

Hard.

The man's body buckled. Blood dripped from his temple, his breath ragged.

But Enzo didn't let go.

His claws had unsheathed, his wolf instincts roaring to the surface, his body coiled to tear the man apart.

And then-

A choked sound behind him.

He turned.

Rowan was staring at him.

At his claws. His fangs. His bloodstained face.

Her eyes- filled with horror.

She flinched when he moved.

Enzo's breath stalled.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Rowan whispered, barely audible, "What... are you?"....