Haley's point of view
"What are you doing here?" I checked around me to see if this was a dream. It didn't feel like a dream, but then of course, what did I know? But no, I was still in that room with a blanket around me and the cold floor beneath me.
"Don't try to move," Tristan instructed, placing his hands on my shoulder and hip. I flinched at first, but then I felt the magic flow through me, slowly working on my injuries. When he was done healing what he could, I found the urge to ask again:
"You didn't answer me: What are you doing here?"
He smiled at me sadly. "We f****d up." That was all he said before he was dragged backward. I tried to get up to help him, but cold hands gripped me and held me back. As I felt the fangs against my skin, I knew I was going to lose consciousness
