*Xander*

Jen was laying on top of Lena, her dark brown hair blanketing the both of them as I roughly pulled her off of Lena’s body.

Bethany was screaming in pain, but I took that as a good sign. She was alive, after all. At least for now. She’d survive, only because of what I’d seen Lena do.

Jen wasn’t dead, but the knife was lodged in her side. Lena had stabbed her and locked the knife in place, and Jen was now wriggling and screeching in ...