Amelia’s POV
I didn't hear him or it, maybe I did.
But for other reasons, I stayed rooted, watching him.
The word had hit me like a slap, sharp and urgent, cutting through the chaos in my head.
But my legs still didn't move. I just… stood there.
My chest rose and fell heavily as I stared at him or it as the blood dripped down his arm.
I stared at the way his shoulders rose and fell like he was barely holding back something inside him.
Run? Why? After everything I had just seen?
After watching him fight that thing like he wasn’t even human?
No, I couldn’t.
I should have. God, I knew I should have. Any normal person would have bolted without thinking twice.
But I wasn’t moving, cause I wanted to see it or him return to normal.
But that's when a rustle from the shrubs nearby broke
