Carlos DeLuca
I stride confidently down the hallway of our pack house, my footfalls echoing against the marble floor, creating a stark contrast to the unnerving silence around me.
Until a voice rattles down the passage to the basement floor. Rough and commanding.
“Faster!”
I reach the double doors that lead to the gymnasium and push it open.
“Do you not hear me? I said go faster!” Ethan's commanding voice reverberates through the air, echoing along the walls as he stands in the other corner.
His eyes remain locked harshly onto something to his left. I follow his gaze, spotting a woman panting heavily at the far end of the room as she tries to jog. Her body sways to the side, and she falls on the floor, creating a thump sound.
“Get up, Ava!!” Ethan shouts, his voice sharp and feature
