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Fergus chuckled at how Cullen was denying the obvious even as it was right in front of him. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong, dear Cullen. I'm not like the others. I can mask my presence entirely, blend in with any creatures for as long as I need to."
Cullen's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route. He knew he was completely outmatched. This wasn't the weak boy he'd been tormenting. This was a predator, a creature of the night who could tear him to shreds with a flick of his wrist.
"Whatever you are," Cullen snarled, trying so hard to snap out of his shock, "I'll still take you down. I'll rip your head off."
Fergus threw his head back and laughed, a chilling sound that echoed throughout the room. "Try it, Cullen," he challenged, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "But be warned, failure is rarely a pleasant experience for those who defy me."