We all jump to our feet in alarm, Prince William ensuring little turnip is placed protectively behind him just in case an attack is happening outside.
A hard thud is heard outside our room door, and everyone had to step back in shock when a female gets thrust through the wooden door without warning while she’s screaming out in plea.
Turning around on her stomach she reveals her bloodied clothes and face, several scratch marks outlining her skin which seems like the work of sharp claws.
Gazing at everyone with tears in her eyes she reaches out for us, barely managing to say the word “H-help–” before her body is suddenly grasped from by an extremely pale hand with visible blue vein lines appearing on his skin and claws on his fingertips.
We all watched in horror while her body gets dra
