Everyone looked away, holding their breath – the room buzzed with tension. A single light barely pierced the cabin’s darkness, revealing Eliza kneeling beside Thomas. Her hands were stained with blood oozing from Thomas’ wound. The air, thick with the taste of blood, made it hard to breathe, and the thick scent of old wood, combined with fresh blood, made for a hauntingly nostalgic setting.
Suddenly, the door flew open, almost ripping off its old hinges. With wild hair and eyes wide, a mixture of fear and concern evident, Gabriel burst in. He had run in his wolf form and was only dressed in boxer shorts. He strode quickly across the room, kneeling on the other side of Thomas.
“What the hell happened?” Gabriel sounded panicked.
Eliza looked up at Gabriel, her eyes red and teary. Her fing
