Battle of Power and Blood

Shenaya’s POV

It was clear that Andrew was afraid for his little life because of the way his round eyes seemed glued to Zoey as if she were some monster that had enticed him into a cage instead of a shy seven-year-old girl. The look on his face was too stunned for a man like Andrew, who was the worst of the worst, and I sat there absolutely stunned by the sheer aura Zoey had just released. Somewhere deep within me, I knew that Zoey has powers – or, at least, that there was something inside her that made me think so – but I did not expect her to be able to consciously use them so clearly and, perhaps, so dangerously.

I moved closer to her as discreetly as I could. I felt like my heart was about to pound out of my chest. I lay on the floor, softly taking her tiny hand in mine as she trembled gently.

“Zo, honey, how.. how did you do that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Zoey was just an innocent pup, but her eyes showed something far older than the rest of the pups around her.