“Moooom!” Me and dad calls and yells. We check the house, in every dark corner, outside behind every tree, but we don’t find her. A spooky thrill reaches my insides, making goosebumps appear on my clammy skin. Something is not right. Something serious. I try to contain myself, hoping everything with Blake/Tobias and the pack is okay. No one has come here and I’ve been trying to gather courage to tell him what happened. He hasn’t noticed my bruised eye yet, or he hasn’t said anything about it yet. He’s mind is on another place, trying to find mom. I have to tell him eventually. My nails dig deep in my arms as stress inflates in me. Blood starts to drip. 1, 2, 3. It splashed to the ground and I stared at it, thinking about Harris’s bloodied face and Blake’s/Tobias’s bruised knuckl
