Here's the third part of my story, "Beneath the Fangs".

I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in an unfamiliar room. The walls were painted a deep, rich black, and the air was thick with the scent of old books and dark wood. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down.

As I struggled to clear my foggy mind, I heard the sound of footsteps echoing outside the room. The door creaked open, and a tall, imposing figure loomed in the...