Betty's POV. 

“Betty,” she said quietly. 

I hadn't even realised I was moving until I felt her gentle pull, steadying me. My body resisted for a moment, as though something in that dim alley was calling my name, pulling me with invisible threads.

“Hey,” Megan murmured again, tightening her grip. “Come on. Let’s go.”

I followed her numbly as she guided me step by step away from the quiet alley, but my mind was still caught in that eerie glow.

We walked the rest of the way in ...