Raven
The tray hit the floor with a deafening crash, broken shards of dishes scattering across the room.
Ember stood frozen in the doorway, her wide eyes darting between me and the lifeless body sprawled across the floor. Blood pooled beneath Hannah, staining the stone a dark crimson, and I couldn’t bring myself to move, still kneeling with my hands pressed against my face.
“Raven,” Ember hissed, finally snapping out of her trance. She slammed the door shut behind her and locked it, rushing over to me. Her hands grabbed my shoulders, shaking me roughly out of my daze. “What in the hells happened here?”
I choked back a sob, my voice barely audible. “She… She came after me,” I rasped. “She thought I was a spy. She found out I’m a Werewolf. She—she was going to kill me.”
