Alisson pushed her way past the hysterically laughing woman and took off in a sprint. Sharp rocks dug into the bottom of her bare feet but she paid them no mind. Her thoughts were a wild mess of questions and mental threats thrown at the redhead. Melody had done this, it wasn't just a theory anymore, the redhead had confessed to organising the attack.
Why would she do this? Was it because she had an obsession with Henry? Or was it because she hated Alisson? She could not find any tangible reason for the redhead to hurt not only Alisson's people but her own. How could she knowingly lead her people to their deaths for something as petty as 'gifting' Alisson a portrait.
She didn't know where exactly she was running to but she let her instincts guide her. The wind carried the thick scent of
