My parents were walking toward us.
Dad was still clapping his hands.
Why does my dad have that evil smile on his face? That is not the man who raised me. Something is wrong. My thoughts scattered, my chest tightened. I felt dizzy. My eyes burned as if they were on fire.
This whole night had been insane—chaotic, unpredictable, indescribable.
What’s wrong with my parents? Why were they reveling in the pain of others? Why weren’t they frozen with the rest of the pack?
And then I noticed it. The two people in front of me… their faces shifted, melting into strangers I didn’t recognize.
My stomach flipped. Who were these people, and what had they done to my parents?
“What did you do to my parents?!” I shouted, voice cracking, daggers in every syllable. My words echoed across the stunned c
