"Sally!"
Tomas halted by the door of the infirmary where Sally was being treated. His breath hitched even after glimpsing at her small feet covered with dust and a speck of blood. The sound of her muffled growl that was full of agony was akin to stakes stabbing right through his chest.
He knew this sound. It was the sound of a wailing wolf unable to shift. Hence, the pain of unreleased energy that prickled under their skin, tearing them from the inside only to regenerate to get it torn apart again.
"Tom..." his back stiffened before he slowly turned his head to his left. There stood Teresa with a pale and blank expression. "What's going on, Tom? Why..."
Teresa turned her head towards the open door only to see Sally losing control while some of their people were trying to chain her. Sally looked possessed as her eyes were bloodshot, as if all she could see was red. She simply followed the faint scream she was hearing in her room and was led in here.
