TERESA'S P.O.V.
The living room felt colder than it should. The large windows let in streams of sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the shadows crawling inside me. I clutched Ollie tighter, his tiny hand resting on my neck as though he could sense the fear in me. I hadn't slept, and I doubted I ever would again in this place. The memory of Lucian—no, the beast he became—haunted me. His claws had swiped so close, the wind from the movement sharp against my skin.
Now I sat on the Luxurious couch in Lucian's extravagant mansion, a place that once felt like a strange blend of luxury and warmth but now felt like a cage filled with monsters. Luke sat beside me, his kind eyes darting between me and the others in the room. Andy, Paul, and Katrina sat at the far end, their expressions unreadable but their eyes on me. Watching.They'd found me in the woods after I ran blindly into the darkness, clutching Ollie for dear life. They brought me back here, claiming it was for my safety.
