Alissia
When I wake, everything feels foggy. Ryan’s face flashes in my mind—the last thing I remember before everything went dark. My body feels heavy, but I force myself to sit up. I know I screwed up. They warned me not to drink anything, and I didn’t listen.
Blake is next to me, his shoulder solid and warm beneath my head. I lean into him, drawing comfort from the quiet strength he offers. I hear Ryan’s screams in the background, the sickening sound of flesh tearing. I know I should be horrified, maybe even disgusted, but I’m not. It’s strange. The sight of blood splattering across the floor, the broken, mangled pieces of Ryan scattered about it doesn’t faze me.
Lucas steps forward, his presence as menacing as ever. His hand wraps around Ryan’s hair, yanking his head back with brutal
