Fadhi stared at the person before her. This person that she had grown to love, this person who she was going to wed. She had known them so long. Trusted them.

And now… to look at them made her chest ache. The pale skin, the fangs exposed by parted lips. On the other end of a stake that pressed to their chest. Her own breath trembled with a hesitation that she chided herself for. This was no time to hesitate. This was no time to think about the past.

This was no longer the person they were going to marry.

This was, simply, a monster.