ALORA
“Yes, that’s him. That’s Jason,” I confirmed to Eric. What was left of his face was contorted into a painful expression, making it evident that he died in agony. Deep cuts, some down to his bones, were almost over his entire body, along with claw marks, bite marks, and chunks of flesh missing. There were even various impressions with puncture marks all over his neck, looking like vampire bites.
“When was the last time you saw him Alora?”, he asked while he scribbled in a notepad.
“The night that I fled my group to go to Crescent City. The night I was attacked,” realizing only now that Jason was trying his best to keep me safe after what he had seen Tristan do.
“When he was told to bring me to Tristan, he tried to help me be prepared for what could potentially
