Lilith pov

Everything felt dizzy.

I couldn’t breathe.

It felt like I was drifting in and out of a haze, sinking deeper into a dark place that refused to let go, no matter how hard I fought to stay conscious. My eyelids fluttered closed, then open again, my vision blurry at the edges. I couldn't see anything clearly, but faint words cut through the fog, barely reaching my ears.

“Are you saying we shouldn’t really kill her?! She killed Ivy and made Isla this way. My mate keeps repeating that her sister's death was her fault, wanting to kill herself because of what this bitch said. Let’s kill her before...