Bella's Pov
My heart raced as blood splattered over Emily and me. The crimson liquid painted a horrific scene before my eyes, sending shockwaves through my body. My gaze turned, and terror washed over me as I beheld Zachary's hands, soaked in an unsettling amount of blood, and Asher's claws ominously extended. Panic gripped my chest.
Desperation drove my dad to sprint towards Zachary. "What have you done?" I yelled at Asher, my voice laced with a mix of disbelief and anger. He stood there, an unsettling calmness on his face, showing no remorse for his actions.
"He deserves this," Asher retorted with a twisted smirk. "He should thank the heavens I didn't slit his throat."
Dad, ever the stoic figure in our family, tried to console Zachary. "Stay with me, Zach. It's just a scratch," he as
