Dimitri's claws tore through the asphalt as he raced down the abandoned highway, his white fur gleaming like fresh snow under the blood-red moon. The melody of "I Want to Be Yours" pulsed through his mind, a hypnotic rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart. Each note was a promise, a declaration of what would soon be.
She's already mine, he thought, his lips pulling back to reveal gleaming fangs. She just doesn't know it yet.
The scent of decay hit him before the zombies appeared, a horde spilling from the broken storefronts, their mutated forms lumbering toward his path. Dimitri didn't slow. His nullification magic surged forward, a ripple of invisible energy that made the air shimmer. The first row of creatures collapsed as if their strings had been cut, their twisted bodies crumpling to the pavement.
"Pathetic," he growled, leaping over their fallen forms.
Behind him, he could sense Leaf Team and Snow Team struggling to keep pace. Good. They would witness his glory.
