Huffs left the beasts jaw as it raced towards you, the prickle of blood leaving the small wound you’d pricked from the breaking glass on all sides of you, enticing the monster even more so. Its eyes were a gleaming red, and it seemed so inhuman, so impossible, that you almost wanted to step back. He wasn’t the same. He was barely himself. But you knew, as he encroached upon the dark rock and shattered glass, that he was in there. Your Vander.

You took a step closer, and he rushed on all of the beasts legs like a starved animal to food in the dead of winter. He was in front of you now, breath heavy and rough, claws digging into the ground you stood upon, and you could only think to speak one thing as his eyes glistened with recognition.

“You’re beautiful.” You said to the beast, to Vander.