BREELYNN'S POV
I have completely let go of any sense of reality or control of my body. But is it really my body? I mean, I have paws and am apparently barking and growling. I must be dreaming or having some sort of traumatic hallucination. Or maybe Mitch somehow drugged me.
Whatever hell I am currently suffering through seemed to have gotten a lot worse. Whoever was controlling the body I am struck in has lunged at Mitch and managed to bite the arm holding the knife. I say 'was' because one of our teeth clamped onto his forearm, and I had a mouth full of blood. He drooped the blade and let out a scream so loud I am positive our neighbors heard it.
Mitch drops to his knees with tears in his eyes, begging us to stop. The voice in my head laughs like a full-on evil laugh. 'What do you thin
