It was like my heart had stopped.
The moment I’d seen Alana lying there, scratches all over her barely covered body, I felt like I’d been frozen. How could they have done this to her? Surely Alana had nothing to do with the humans attacking. She was an innocent, for God’s sake!
“Get away from her, all of you,” I snarled, pushing my jacket off my shoulders to lay it gently over the now-unconscious Alana. She was so cold; I could feel her shivering against my own skin. It terrified me. I didn’t want her to be in pain. She was my friend, my best friend, and she didn’t deserve this treatment.
“But Rose-“ one of the men standing amongst the crowd murmured, and I quickly recognised Collin, Isaiah’s third-in-command. But with a quick shake of my head, he stopped talking.
“She’s my friend… f-f
