SOFIANE

When your mate is in danger, there is a part of you that knows. A crucial part of yourself that senses their discomfort. It happened while I was scavenging my fridge for a beer. That feeling made the hairs on my back tingle. Someone was afraid. Candice was afraid and if there was something that could make that witch send out a wavelength. It had to be death. I scurried over to the living room, a mess of ruffled clothes and scattered beer cans to find my phone. I needed to call David. Hitting the buttons that popped up furiously, I managed to find his contact but the damn...