Nicholas~
I stood there in that blood-soaked bathroom, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, staring at Katrina's lifeless form on the cold tile floor. My best friend, my sister in all but blood, lay there pale and unresponsive, even after Queen Natalie had poured every drop of her celestial magic into healing those horrific slashes on her wrists. The air was thick with desperation, a metallic tang of blood mingling with the faint glow of lingering starlight from Natalie's hands. Zane knelt beside her, his massive frame trembling with barely contained rage and grief, whispering pleas for Kat to wake up. Sebastian, my dad, hovered nearby, his vampire senses scanning her over and over, while Mom gripped her dagger like it could somehow fight off this invisible enemy. Uncle Jacob and his brothers— Tiger, Eagle, Bubble, and Fox—crowded the doorway, their faces a mix of shock and helplessness.
