I swore I saw double. My vision blurred with the pain, and everything felt hazy; unless I was some kind of super werewolf, I doubted that I would be able to heal myself. Love will make you question your sanity, I say to myself.

I closed my eyes, still bent over the same spot. Blood spilled from my veins, giving the floor a crimson-red kind of look.

Then I heard a blood-curdling scream a few inches away from my window. My eyes flew wide open in anticipation of the danger.

My ears shot up for ...