Trishal’s POV
I went into my room to rest, too tired to do anything but sleep. We will sort it all out tomorrow.
I woke up to someone calling my name. It was Neymar, and she was crying, her dress and hands stained with blood.
I looked around to see we were outside the pack house, just me, her, and two other people standing at a distance.
They seemed familiar, so I looked closely and, surprisingly, it was Loren. He was standing at a distance, but he wasn't alone. He was facing me while the person he was with had their back to me, so I couldn't see their face.
I couldn't hear what they were discussing either, but suddenly I was closer and could see the look of surprise light up on his face. Not because he could see me, but as he and I looked down, a silver blade appeared from nowhere, s
