POV (ALEC)
I could not hear my pack screaming for me to move, as the warm putrid scent of the demon's breathes hung heavy over my head. The shattered doors told me they were inside with us, but I did not care. On the contrary I welcomed the prospect of them riding me of this nightmare.
What was this? How could this exist? Every part of my brain twisted and turned to understand, but my broken heart did not want reasoning it wanted death. Forget about saving everyone, for if the world was this cruel no one deserved saving.
Slowly a pair of black talons carefully picked up the photo and waved it in my face. Demanding I come to terms with it. Matching black dresses with white peter pan collars stared back at me, as my eyes travel to the faces of the little girls attached to those clothes.
