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The jaguar, getting tangled in his clothes, spun like a top, knocking the startled enemy off his feet. The cat's jaw squeezed the vampire's hand, biting it to the bone. The unnaturally strong, spotted predator yanked the Supreme towards him and sank his teeth into the neck, tearing the pale skin. The other two enemies, barely recovering from their surprise, rushed towards the beast, but the jaguar tensed its legs and crossed the room with a long, powerful leap, breaking a large window and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

He rushed across the field, heading towards the rocks. The herd raised their heads with a frightened snort and met with wary glances a wild cat running past them. Tristan crashed into a horse at full speed. Having barely disentangled himself from under her long legs, he climbed out of the herd. The silhouettes of low field trees loomed ahead.

This time there were nullyards in his path. Maneuvering between the war horses, outraged by such impudence, Tristan