Sherry's POV- realisation

I stumbled out of Ryan's grip, my knees buckling beneath me as I took in the devastation of the situation. The sand slide had ripped through the desert like a hungry monster, leaving destruction and debris in its wake. But somehow, miraculously, Ryan had managed to find me in the chaos.

However, now it was gone. Just like his first and claws had. We were back in his study, the boys staring and gaping at our site. And everything else seemed to be normal. But the hell was it?

My world had turned upside down. Nothing made sense.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained with concern.

I couldn't speak. My throat felt like it was still coated in sand, and my eyes burned from the grit that had whipped around me. But even more than the physical discomfort, I was overwhelmed by fear.

Because I knew the truth about Ryan. I knew what he was.I was an eyewitness.

"Sherry, talk to me," Ryan said, his hand on my arm as I stood there staring at him, blank, expression less.

I pulled away from