Molina crept closer, her fangs exposed and the red fur of her wolf bristling as if charged by lightning. Her piercing gray eyes locked onto Eliana's with unwavering intensity, daring her to fight.
Eliana's heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively took a step back. Her breath hitched, knowing full well that in this form, Molina wouldn't hesitate to tear her apart.
"Molina, this is crazy! I don't want to fight you!" Eliana pleaded, her voice strained with desperation.
Her words only seemed to fuel Molina's rage. With a feral snarl, Molina lunged forward with blinding speed. Gone was any trace of humanity. In its place was a wild beast, driven solely by instinct and fury.