Chapter 83. He’s Mine!

Panic floods me that the inability to inhale is worse than Carmen’s head puncturing, and I don’t know what’s happening. I’m aware Colton is writhing mere feet beside me, clutching his ribs too, but my entire focus is on the slow suffocation as I grasp at my chest and claw at my throat to try and gain oxygen. Confused, inner chaos grows as I open my mouth wide, gulping, but yet get nothing. My eyes water profusely, open wide as I blink in terror, and that’s when I see it.

Sierra, at a distance of maybe twenty feet from me, across my field of vision. She’s impaled on long sharp claws at the core of her body, right at the point where mine is failing. She’s held in midair as she scrambles to fight back limply, unhook herself from a grey male’s torturous hold, and seems to be whimpering in agony. He stumbles to one knee, shaking his head as though trying to drown out and recover from the now quiet Carmen’s aftereffects, but he doesn’t release Sierra from his grip.

Carmen…