Emily's POV

A muffled voice stirred me from sleep. My body still felt weak, but the tension in the air made my senses sharpen.

I blinked, adjusting to the light as I pushed myself up. The voices weren’t in my room. They were coming from the hallway.

Frowning, I slowly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Dean, who was curled up beside me. I stepped onto the cold floor, my pulse quickening as I followed the sound.

The voices were coming from Sierra’s room.

My stomach twisted.

Something was wrong.

I reached the door and hesitated for only a second before pushing it open.

What I saw made...