Alissa did so well.
She was an absolute star, a dream come true, and when I saw her finish flawlessly and unharmed, I couldn’t stop the tears. I was fully aware that this was her achievement and not mine, yet it still felt like it was.
I practically ran to her, embracing her and muttering every praise I knew.
Because I knew that she could do it.
I knew she would be the one to achieve it all.
And I couldn’t be prouder.
We were both sniffling, arms around each other as we made our way to the dressing room.
I should have known something was wrong. It was too quiet. Suddenly, there was no rush… no other dancers in the area. And the air was thick with the smell of cigarette smoke, as if it were masking another scent— or the absence of one.
It was just Alissa and I, followed by werewol
