One of the cloaked men stepped forward, his movements kinda familiar to Onalenna. He stopped just a few feet away from her, the sound of his boots echoing with a ghostly rhythm.
Rex growled low behind her, his sharp canines already visible as he glared at the man whose face was hidden beneath a dark hoodie. His master's presence in danger made his hackles rise, fur bristling like needles ready to shoot. He couldn't wait to be given a command. His paws twitched. His eyes gleamed red. The thick, suffocating aura coming off the men before them was enough to rattle even his beast instincts. And that hollow-eyed cat-man standing in the back, silent, and unmoving, waiting to strike added a layer of dread that Rex could neither describe nor ignore.
