Carlos DeLuca

I stride confidently down the hallway of our pack house, my footfalls echoing against the marble floor, creating a stark contrast to the unnerving silence around me.

Until a voice rattles down the passage to the basement floor. Rough and commanding.

“Faster!”

I reach the double doors that lead to the gymnasium and push it open.

“Do you not hear me? I said go faster!” Ethan's commanding voice reverberates through the air, echoing along the walls as he stands in the ...