Phantom Hollow [m] You know it's not the same as it was

Hunst’s lips curled back in a snarl, raw and venomous, as Reverie stepped between him and the girl. His muscles tensed, the rage in his chest like a storm barely contained. His eyes, cold and glinting with fury, locked onto Reverie’s, searching for any sign of weakness in her resolve.

Child? His voice was a growl, low and dangerous, the sound reverberating like distant thunder. She’s no child if she’s ready to throw her life away. He shifted his weight, testing Reverie’s hold as he prepared to push past her, his gaze snapping to the trembling girl behind her.

You think you get to play with life and death like it’s a game? he spat, his words laced with disgust as he glared at the girl over Reverie’s shoulder. What do you know about what it means to survive? To claw your way through the dirt for every breath? And here you are, ready to toss it all away.

His breath came ragged, his teeth bared as he pressed closer to Reverie, his towering frame rigid with the force of his fury. She’s lucky you’re here, he snarled, his voice quieter now, colder. Because I’d have made sure she learned the value of what she’s wasting.

Hunst’s nostrils flared as he took a deliberate step back, though his eyes didn’t leave the girl. Next time, he warned, his voice like steel, she won’t be so lucky. His gaze lingered for a moment longer before turning sharply, his tail lashing behind him as he moved away, the air still heavy with the weight of his wrath.