Cynthia Dion:
"Cynthia Dion! Come on, get up!" Mr. Lowell clapped his hands from a distance, giving me encouragement when no one else did. It was difficult to stand back up with all the angry and powerful werewolves glaring at me.
Rosalie struck me once more, but this time I didn't fall to the ground because another wolf attacked me from behind. Instead, she bit into my back, causing a bloodcurdling scream to escape my lips. Despite the brutal beating, I managed to hold onto the ball.
Even though I could feel warm liquid dripping down my shirt, I continued to protect the ball. Exhausted from the anger and abuse of others, I began to flee from them, clutching the ball tightly in my hand.
When Rosalie caught up to me and stood in my path, I held the ball firmly against my body. Her shar
