Rebecca’s POV
The pull was still there.
Not as violent as before. Not enough to completely take over my body.
But it lingered a bit too long beneath my skin like a quiet whisper I couldn’t escape.
Every few minutes, the mark on my shoulder would pulse softly, tugging me toward the distant sounds of fighting somewhere deeper in the mansion. Toward Jeremy.
And the worst part?
It was starting to feel familiar.
I hated that.
I walked in silence beside Tyler through the corridor after we’d gone to wash the blood and dust from our skin. Matthew stayed close on my other side, tense and alert like he expected danger to appear from every shadow again. Ezekiel walked slightly ahead of us, scanning every corner with rapt focus.
None of them said much.
The silence between us felt crowded
