Doom 5

The monster's claws came down. Yenna braced for the worst, but instead of the sickening crunch she expected, she heard a sharp clang of metal. She opened her eyes, heart pounding, to see Wren standing between Vell and the monster, her claws now massive, shimmering with a dark, protective aura. She had intercepted the blow, her small frame trembling with the effort.

"Wren!" he gasped, his eyes wide with alarm. He could feel a surge of power from her, like a dam breaking, but it was different from his own. It was a mix of raw strength and fierce loyalty, something he had never felt so directly before.

Wren did not respond. Her eyes were fixed on the monster, a low 'prrr' rumbling in her throat. She pushed against the monster's claw, buying him precious seconds. She needed to protect him, the feelings she felt when she thought of him getting hurt terrified her.