one hundred and seventy seven

Elijah’s POV

I dashed to my room, heart pounding like a drum, each step echoing in the silence of the house. The guard's words lingered in my mind, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked within our pack. Pushing open the door, a scene straight out of a nightmare greeted me an empty room painted in crimson hues, a stark contrast to the usual calm that filled these walls. Blood, a stark and unwelcome guest, splattered across the floor and walls, a macabre tapestry of fear.

Fear, raw and unyielding, gripped my heart in its icy embrace. Jenny, missing in a sea of scarlet. Panic clawed at the edges of my mind, threatening to consume me whole. Questions swirled like a tempest in my thoughts Who would dare to harm her? Why would they do such a heinous act?

Amid the chaos, a whisper of doubt slithered into my mind. Could it be my mother behind this sinister act? The mere thought sent shivers down my spine. But how could it be possible? My mother, confined to her room, a prisoner of her