"Evangeline, get away from that witch,” snarled Illia. I glanced at where he was and saw him struggling to get up from the floor, his eyes now nothing but empty caverns. Blood dripped from his eyes down to his face as if he had cried blood, soaking in his shirt and the fur that has sprouted on his chest.
There were too many things at play here, things I seem to not be able to grasp no matter how much I wanted to. So, rather than being consumed by the seemingly innumerable information surrounding me and by extension my Rosewood pack, I will simply focus on one thing. Taking things slow has worked before, just that I continue moving and keeping my priorities in check.
I moved away from Sofia, heading in Illia’s direction. As I did, I saw the blur of darkness in my periphery, following righ
