The moon hangs low in the sky, casting silver light through the warehouse windows as I survey the scene before me. The metallic tang of blood hangs thick in the air, mixing with the acrid smell of gunpowder and fear. My lips curl into a smile, revealing the slight points of my canines that humans find so unsettling.

"You should have listened to the warnings," I murmur, stepping over the bodies of the men who thought they could capture me. My boots crunch on broken glass, and I relish the sound—the sound of my enemies' defeat.

A low growl builds in my throat as I detect a presence behind me. They think they can sneak up on me? How adorable. I turn slowly, already savoring the look of terror that will cross their face when they realize who they're dealing with.