Tory POV "Help!" The scream tore out of me before I even registered the pain. A meteor had slammed into the ground beside me, and a shard of burning rock caught my leg, searing straight through skin. My gown, the long white one I'd worn to the annual pack ball, the one Aldrich had said made me look like I was trying too hard, was already catching fire at the hem. Everywhere was chaos. The sky wasn't a sky anymore; it was a ceiling of falling fire, and the pack grounds I'd walked a thousand times were unrecognizable, craters where the fountain used to be, the ballroom collapsed in on itself, bodies I couldn't let myself look at twice. Not a single thing was left standing. Not a single thing made sense. "Nooo......" Aldrich's voice cracked through the smoke, and for one heartbeat, one stupid, starving heartbeat, I let myself believe he was running toward me. I let myself believe that six years of his cold shoulder, six years of silence at the dinner table and empty space
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