Malin and Ian were surrounded, encircled by at least fifteen strange men. Some had eyes that glowed red, others yellow, the colors betraying what they were: a mix of vampires and werewolves.
Malin instinctively stepped back, shielding Ian with his body. But the circle tightened. The men were closing in.
Ian was already shaking, clutching at Malin's cloak and hiding behind him like a frightened child.
Malin's pulse quickened. He spun, scanning their surroundings for a way out. There was none. Panic surged through him. With no time to hesitate, he reached for the daggers strapped at his waist and drew them out in one smooth motion.
"Don't you dare come any closer," he warned, voice sharp with fear and resolve. His arms were tense, his stance wide, his eyes darting and alert.
The men exchanged glances, their lips curling into amused smirks. One of them chuckled. "Quite brave."
