Jack
He sprinted for the distant apartment building, his heart in his throat. His clothes were coated in Matt’s blood. When he left, Matt’s wounds were well on their way to healing, but for a moment there, he really thought he was going to lose his best friend.
He couldn’t even begin to imagine the kind of pain his friend was in. He’d never get Matt’s screams of pain out of his head. Never stop hearing Matt pant for breath as his bones snapped back into place. It was a miracle those wounds could heal at all.
It seemed too good to be true that the fight was over. He couldn’t wrap his head around what Celeste had done. He knew she had powers. They were the reason she got out of the Crescent compound in the first place. Hearing about something like that and seeing it for himself were two entirely different things, though.
He knew her show of strength likely scared the remaining Crescent wolves away. It was likely that without her powers, they would all be well on their way to death. They
