DEMI
What the hell was that outside?
I was about to talk to my parents about what was happening when my father moved away from the window and grunted. “s**t,” he muttered as he ran out of the house.
My mother moved to the window and stared; her face became paler than usual.
“Stay here,” she shouted as she left.
I stared at the door.
What the hell was going on?
“Look out the window,” muttered Lia, who was now standing on her paws. Something was up; she never acted like this, only when we were in trouble.
I slowly moved from the bed and tried to stand up, but only for my legs to not get the memo I needed to move. I gripped hold of the chair and steadied myself.
I waited a few moments before trying again. I headed to the window and glanced outside; my heart fell from my chest.
There
