Megan POV

Seeing the bite marks makes my blood go cold, and I lean forward and examine them in the mirror, hoping that I’m just seeing things.

However, when I press against them lightly, I wince.

They hurt.

The skin hasn’t been broken, but the pressure was hard enough to damage the blood vessels underneath the skin.

I purse my lips to keep in any sound.

How is this possible?

Who was that person?

Black fog can’t be a good sign, so whoever bit me had no good intentions either.

“Scratched by a snake and bit by a dream demo-”

My words cut off when something hits me.

Demons.

Balin...