WILLOW'S POV.
I stepped out of the bathroom, the towel wrapped tightly around me, the steam from my shower still clinging to my skin. My hair was damp and clung to my neck, droplets of water running down my back. After cleaning up the blood earlier, I thought I’d finally have a moment of peace. I thought I could just breathe for a few minutes, let my nerves settle. That thought evaporated the second I crossed the threshold of my bedroom.
All five of them were there: Mason, Caleb, Scott, Olivia, and Leah. My entire squad was standing like a silent wall, staring at me with those familiar, probing looks—the kind that made it very clear they already knew why I had been avoiding the room all morning. Well, one of the reasons at least.
I hadn’t been in my room since I left after what happened
