Mona

I trembled on my bed, haunted by the memories of Christopher's room. The muffled sounds, the cries... My mind raced with terrifying possibilities.

I chewed on my fingernails, anxiously wondering what Christopher was capable of. Was I in danger? Would I become his next target?

The thought sent chills down my spine, and I knew I had to escape – leave the pack before things escalated. Christopher's behavior was rapidly deteriorating, and I refused to be his scapegoat.

Just as I resolved to flee, the phone on my nightstand shrilled, slicing through the silence. I flinched, my heart racing.

Please, don't let it be Christopher, I prayed, a lump...