Rowena“Did you see the look on Liam’s face when you beat his high score on that zombie shooter game? He was so flustered!”Emma rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, well, that’s what he gets when he assumes that girls don’t know how to play video games.” She paused for a moment before shooting me a sly grin. “You and Eric seemed to be having a pretty good time too, by the way.”I felt my cheeks flush slightly at her implication, and quickly looked away to hide it. Last night, Emma, Eric, Liam, and I had gone out to a local arcade; we had spent the night playing games, eating pizza, and… well, just acting like normal people for a change.It had been nice. But there was nothing more to it.“Yeah,” I finally managed, rubbing my hand along the back of my neck. “It was nice to spend some time with him.”“Mhm.” Emma drew out the sound, shooting me a coy look. “If you say so. But you two would make a pretty cute couple if, you know, you weren’t related.”My heart stuttered in my chest at
RowenaI hovered anxiously over the warrior’s bedside, my teeth gnawing at my bottom lip as I watched him strain against the thick leather restraints binding him to the cot. A thin sheen of sweat glistened across his brow, his eyes wild and glazed as he thrashed around—growls and snarls ripping from his throat like a feral animal.He had been sedated, which reduced his fury immensely. I wondered what it would be like if he hadn’t been.“God,” Eric muttered from somewhere behind me, low and full of worry. “He’s... he’s completely gone, isn’t he?”I swallowed hard, my grip tightening around the pen I held as I watched a thin line of white foam dribble from the corner of the warrior’s mouth. This was bad—so, so bad. The Wolf’s Fury virus had progressed so quickly, far more quickly than I could have imagined. Just minutes ago, he had seemed relatively coherent save for his unfocused gaze and jerky movements. Now…Now he was practically feral, utterly detached from his humanity.A shudder
RowenaI whirled around at the sound of Adrian’s voice cutting through the chaos, my heart leaping into my throat when I saw him storming toward us.Without a moment’s hesitation, Eric immediately stepped in front of me—his broad frame forming a protective barrier between me and Adrian.“What do you want?” Eric growled.Adrian didn’t so much as break his stride, his lips curling back in a sneer as he rapidly closed the distance between us. When he was just a few feet away, he jabbed an accusatory finger in Eric’s direction.“You’re infected,” he bit out. “I know you were bitten! I saw everything the other night!”Before I could open my mouth to protest, Adrian’s hand whipped out and seized Eric’s wrist in an iron grip. With a harsh tug, he yanked Eric’s arm forward—causing the sleeve of his jacket to ride up and reveal the stark white bandages I knew were concealing the bite mark hidden beneath.My stomach flipped as I watched Adrian rip the dressing away, exposing the angry red gashe
RowenaA soft sigh escaped my lips as I focused the microscope lens. Carefully arranged on the glass slide were thin smears of the warrior’s infected blood sample—the very sample I had secretly obtained right before…Well, everything.My jaw clenched, and I couldn’t keep myself from thinking about Eric’s pale, motionless form being hauled into that white van like a sack of bad potatoes. I squeezed my eyes shut against the memory, forcing myself to take a slow, steadying breath.He was still in there, I reminded myself firmly. Still fighting, still Eric. I just had to find a way to cure him of this virus before it consumed him completely.With renewed determination, I refocused my attention on the microscope, adjusting the knobs to increase the magnification. The warrior’s blood stared up at me in stark red detail—every single corrupted cell visible in high resolution.Tainted. Diseased. But beyond repair?No. I refused to accept that possibility—there simply had to be something, some
RowenaMy heart hammered against the inside of my ribcage as I was led down the sterile hallway toward Eric’s quarantine cell. The harsh buzz of fluorescent lighting overhead mingled with the dull hum of voices, distant growls, and beeping machines.It was like something ripped straight out of a dystopian horror film. Each window I passed revealed Wolf’s Fury victims in various states—pacing, snarling, tied to beds.
RowenaYawning, I rubbed my eyes and shook my head as if that would somehow dispel the exhaustion that had settled in my bones. My room was lit solely by the small lamp on my desk and the early morning sunlight seeping in beneath my curtains. It was early—but I hadn’t slept all night.How could I sleep? How could I give myself that time to relax when Eric was currently locked up in quarantine, his condition worsening by the day?
RowenaWhen my father finally finished telling the story of how I was found, I was utterly speechless. I was standing on the opposite end of the room, my eyes fixed on the now-open window as I looked down at the backyard below. But I couldn’t see any of the familiar flowers or shrubbery, tears blurring my vision as my heart pounded like a war drum in my chest.So it was true. That vision that I had had of Eric with the blood on his shoulder—those moments when I had nearly dro
RowenaIt felt like time had slowed once those doors slid open. My father and I stood frozen in that doorway for a moment that seemed like an eternity, neither of us prepared to step in and find out what had become of Eric.But when the guards both gestured for us to enter and shot us impatient looks, we finally exchanged glances and stepped over the threshold.