Selena
The night was thick with tension, the kind that made every rustle of the leaves sound like a scream. Selena's heart raced as she and Ella stumbled into the clearing, their breaths visible in the cold air. The distant howl of the wind carried an ominous undertone, as if the universe itself was bracing for what was to come.
"We need to talk," Ella said, her voice trembling as she grabbed Selena's arm. Her nails dug in just enough to make Selena wince.
"Now? Ella, we're running for our lives, remember?" Selena hissed, scanning the dark woods for any sign of movement. She could feel her pulse in her ears, a deafening drumbeat of fear.
Ella shook her head violently. "No, you need to know. Before anything else happens." Her voice cracked, and for the first time that night, Selena saw the depth of her friend's terror. It wasn't just fear of being chased—it was something darker, something that had been festering for far too long.
