The dark figure stepped into the light.
It was Kraven, or at least another part of him. He had dark hair, but no eyes—only round, hollow sockets with dark liquid streaming down his cheeks like tears.
"You," Kraven said as familiarity found him. "My thirst in the flesh."
"What will it be? Greet Daudi or finally give in?" He closed the distance between them and crouched.
It was like staring at a mirror, but two opposite sides of the same coin.
"There's only one way you'll come out of this alive and save her." He tipped his head to the side. "The only way to save our mate."
"How unnatural coming from you, given your unending desire to take her life." Kraven grabbed his neck in the blink of an eye and pressed harder, determined to crush.
"I should kill you right now and rid myself of you. I don't need you to save her. I can save her myself."
He pressed harder, cracks could be heard as black lines formed around his neck.
