You're not quite sure what happens next. You hear Izzie scream, you see Sergi rip clumsily through his seatbelt with his claws, and you smell blood, a lot of blood. You feel the pain a moment later.
You look down at your body. All you see is red. It's smattered on your chest... and your hands.
"Oh fuck..."
Something is happening around you. People shouting, bodies moving. You can't understand it. You're dizzy, sick. You're losing blood.
"Fuck," you say again and clamp your hand over the hole in your chest. "Fuck."
Breathing is harder than it should be, but not impossible. You take in another breath... Blood, burnt flesh, and the putrid reek of something stale and rotten.
The kids are crying, Minjo is calling the Alpha's name, and Izzie is howling, her puppyish cries panicked, but not loud enough to travel far. Sergi isn't in the seat beside you anymore.
You kick open the door and fall out of the van and onto the road. Pieces of shattered glass cut into your skin.
You see a pair of shoes. They're black, shiny, and sharp toed. "Oh dear," a voice sighs dramatically. "What a mess."
You know that voice.
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