Remus's POV

Blood, a vivid red, stained her gold satin gown.

It trickled down her thighs, moving as if in slow motion, a crimson river seeping through the golden fabric. Her trembling fingers reached out to touch the stain, her eyes locked onto the deepening red hue on her shaky palms.

Panicked breaths escaped her lips, fear eroding her composure. At this crucial moment, I acted quickly, reaching out to catch her and preventing her from collapsing onto the cold ...