Malik’s POV

I could tell something was wrong when I entered, the air in her room felt off, I looked around to be sure all was well before stepping in, my senses stretched outward the way they always did when danger lingered toI close to the skin. Moonlight filtered through the window, pale and cold, catching the edge of the bed, the chair, the half-closer journal on her bedside table.

Then I saw it, and I stopped dead. The wooden planks beside her bed were torn open with deep, violent ...