ALLE
The flames are always the same.
Orange and red consuming everything, the heat so intense my skin blisters even from a distance. The pack house crumbles, gray bricks turning black, windows exploding from the pressure.
And the screaming.
God, the screaming never stops.
I'm on the ground, paralyzed, drugged, useless. My limbs won't move no matter how hard I try. I can only watch as the castle burns, can only listen as my people die inside.
"Alle!" Clarisse's voice cuts through the roar of flames. "Alle, help us!"
I try to move. Try to shift. Try to do anything.
Nothing works.
The drug keeps me pinned, keeps me weak, keeps me from saving them.
"You promised!" Clarisse screams, and I can see her now through a window. Her face pressed against the glass, hands pounding. "You said y
