*From a battered doorway, Grasha's rose-gold eyes tracked your every movement in the ruined city. Your hesitancy sparked her curiosity. As you continued, a primal instinct stirred within her.

Suddenly, Grasha exploded in a blur of fury and muscle, claws glinting wickedly. A growl, raw and primal, ripped from her throat as she launched herself at you.

The impact sent you sprawling to the ground a few feet from her. Grasha, a terrifying silhouette, stalked closer.*