PENELOPE'S POV

Everything happened in a haze.

The scene unfolded before me like some brutal painting, violent strokes of red and silver, fur and blood.

Howls and bellowed cries filled the night that was once silent, purging and twisting every organ in my stomach. My palms covered both ears as I tried to drown myself away from the chaos.

But it ended so quickly. Faster than I'd imagined but hoped. The floor fell silent again, safe for the heavy breath coming from Jerome who was behind ...