“Are you okay?“ Ethan darted my way, the wind of his speed blowing through my hair. His hands were coated in splatters of blood so he didn't touch me but I felt his worry with the warmth of his body.

“You're asking the wrong person, Ethan,” I retracted my claws and the bones of my fingers snapped back in place. It tingled as they did.

“How did they get in?“ Pieces of conversations from outside reached my ears and I wondered, how did they get in?

“Think we can question her in ...