Standing before Tama was Freya dressed in her usual blue top, black skirt, and combat boots, her hands gripping a massive sword sculpted entirely from ice. The blade shimmered with pale cold mist. Beside her, sitting comfortably on the couch with practiced elegance was her mother Mrs. Lawson, cool, composed, and watching Tama like a lion eyeing prey.
Tama's fur bristled, her tail straightening like a drawn whip. Her feline instincts screamed at her to run but she stood her ground.
"So… you sacrificed our kind too, huh," Tama said quietly, eyes locked on Freya. "But tell me—who was the man behind it all? The mastermind?"
Freya didn't answer. She simply slipped the blade from her shoulder and slashed it downward.
Tama vanished into shadow a split-second before the sword struck, reappearing behind the couch just as it shattered into frozen shards.
