Cassian's POV
It's dark and cold out here, the cold breeze blowing my shirt backward. I shouldn't be outside by this time, probably having a good sleep, but I'm outside, under the faint moonlight.
But there's the stench of blood. I lower my gaze and see the spot I'm standing is covered with it like it has been made a carpet for the floor. A carpet made with blood.
This sent a cold chill down my spine. Did anyone die?
The loud growls that follow draw my attention. Aside from that, I feel like I'm being watched from a distance, but I'm just alone in this space. No one seems close, but I feel like a thousand eyes are on me.
I feel a sharp pain in my arms. It's now I notice the bruises in my arms, blood from it staining my shirt.
"Cassian… come…"
"Who are you?" I turn back to look.
Still no one around me, but the voice tells me it's closer than I think. But wait… how come I'm alone? What about the gammas who always maintained a close distance around me?
