Willie refused to believe it. His fingers curled against the dirt, his breathing ragged. He wanted to turn around—but he was terrified of what he'd see.
His childhood friend. The man he trusted with his life…
Had become a monster.
His vision blurred. His chest ached with something far worse than physical pain.
When?
His body screamed at him to run. But he could barely move.
His hands clawed at the ground, desperately searching for anything—anything—that could be used as a weapon.
Before he could reach it—
Flint was on him.
A crushing weight pressed down on his back, pinning him to the ground. Willie gasped, struggling, but it was useless.
Fear.
The only thing in his mind was fear.
Flint's grip was brutal, yanking Willie's head back to expose his bare neck. His breath was hot against his skin, ragged with hunger.
Willie's vision swam as tears spilled freely down his cheeks. His voice was broken, trembling.
