Cinder
After dying in my dream, my eyes snap open, and I blink in the darkness as the world comes into focus. I’m on the couch, the soft fabric beneath me offering a brief moment of comfort before the panic sets in. Pike isn’t on my chest anymore. My heart races as I search for him with my hand, tapping it against my chest, but he is nowhere to be found.
“Where is he?” I mutter under my breath, scanning the room frantically.
Did he go to the bathroom?
...maybe he got hungry?
Suddenly, a strange sound from outside catches my attention. Jason is laughing, and then there is a faint, desperate cry. The hair on the back of my neck stands up - my mate is in danger, and I have a feeling it isn’t Jason.
Pike is the one in trouble.
I get up from the couch, bolting towards the source of the n
