One of Them

Callan crept towards the bedroom door, his movements silent and graceful despite his size. Liz followed close behind, her heartbeat pounding in her ears as adrenaline coursed through her veins.

They entered the living room, and Callan's wings flared out behind him like a shield, ready to protect Liz at a moment's notice.

Ronan stood in the center of the room, his hand wrapped around the throat of a man Liz had never seen before. The man's feet dangled inches off the ground, his face turning an alarming shade of purple as he clawed at Ronan's iron grip.

"Ronan, what the hell are you doing?" Callan demanded, his voice a low, menacing growl.

Ronan turned to face them, his eyes glowing an eerie red in the dim light. A cruel smile twisted his handsome features into something dark and sinister. "This ass came in here to attack you."

Liz's gaze darted between the two.