Alora POV
My eyes are glued to Kylie. She looks broken. No, she looks worse than broken.
I've never wanted to hurt anyone, never had a desire to take someone's life, but looking at her, I want to destroy anyone who has laid their hands on my beautiful sister.
It would be hard to recognise her if it wasn't for her scent. The bruises cover most of what I can see, but the dark purple that covers her neck breaks my soul, they tried to take everything from her, and I'm so scared to ask of their pup.
The blanket laid over her covers up to the bottom of her neck, and I dread to see beneath it.
I'm scared.. Scared to breathe. Scared to touch her. Scared to disturb her while she sleeps. Scared to ask questions.
I look up to Freddy, I notice he is clinging to her hand. I see his shoulders sl
