Ragal pov

I still felt uneasy even after reaching my room. The hair on my body stood on end — a warning I had learned never to ignore.

I paced back and forth, thinking about what was happening outside. The silence was suffocating.

I reached for the cellphone on the table. I couldn't see the numbers on it. With a growl of frustration, I hurled it against the wall. It shattered and fell in pieces.

I hated this. Being weak. Being useless. I couldn't protect anyone if I couldn't ...