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A shrill, terrifying scream split through everyone's eardrums. "Who dares touch my darling Alison?!"

She screamed at whatever she saw following us, my screams also following when I heard a murderous screech behind us. "Christ no! It's a demon! Run and don't stop." Sarah screamed, pulling me harder. I couldn't see where we were going. Sarah held the torch but she wasn't pointing it in front of us. I could still hear the river flowing next to us but it wasn't too close. "We need to get to the car quickly!" I said to her as loudly as I could. Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! That was the painful noise that the creature made. It pierced my ears, making me cower away. It was hard to run with such a painful noise in your ear.

But I keep on sucking. To keep from crying out any louder, you put your fist in your mouth and scream into it. Your thighs quivered and shake and you gasped for breath. Crying out to me now: "SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME HARDER!! YOU HAVE TO SUCK ME HARDER! HURT ME BABY!!. SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME HARDER!!! OHHH GOD BABY!! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER DAM IT!! OHHH YES!!! LIKE THAT!! JUST LIKE THAT!! AHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHH. YESSSSSSSSSS. JESUS!! THAT'S IT!! OH GOD YES!! THAT"S IT!! YESSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I thought it was the wolves at first, but then I realized whose screams ripped through the air. They were my screams. The buzzing from the bees had morphed into a windstorm, but it was my screams that shook the trees. My screams that darkened the sky. My screams that sounded like the humans idea of hell. My screams echoed around the forest, and bounced off the trees back to me, creating this echoing chamber of terror and desperation.

It was beautiful at first, but as it gets louder, the deeper and the hum turned into an ear-destructing screech. I screamed, and it echoed. Bats flew out of their hiding spots and retreated to the sky. The screech was no longer be heard. But instead, a shadow was standing afar, the silhouette looked like a little girl. The mist was blown away and a slight part of the heavy mists was removed. She can hear the sound of crows squawking, the trees swaying with the wind. A loud screech added more noise to the background. She can feel her eardrums exploding. A wet feeling was felt inside her ears. It continued until it dripped out of her ears. She removes her arms from her chest and taps her earlo

“Screech” Hearing that loud noise, Jim, and I both bring our attention to the vehicle driving like a bat out of hell down the road. The driver slams on his brakes too late and then all we hear is a “Thud” And then a loud scream as the mother watches from her front door. Jim runs over to the little boy and picks up his lifeless body before the little boy’s mother can make it to the road.

We were going down together, and the helplessness of it clawed at my insides worse than any creature could. As I fell, I heard multiple voices call my name—sharp, desperate cries cutting through the din. "Ashley!" It was Dad's voice first, rough with that alpha edge but cracked with pure fear, the kind I'd never heard from him before. Then my sister's, high and urgent, laced with the bond we shared, like she could pull me back by sheer will. Even Adrian's voice mixed in, a deep growl of "Ashley!" that carried the mate pull, stirring Alexa despite my resolve to ignore him. More screams followed, not just for me but from others tumbling into similar cracks, the pack's agony echoing in my ears.

Screech— The car brakes screamed as it screeched to a halt, but it was no match for inertia as it continued streaking towards Tina’s tiny figure! She closed her eyes, but fortunately, the driver managed to spin the wheel so that it missed her and stopped. Even as she breathed a sigh of relief and felt pleased about cheating death, she promptly lunged at the driver’s seat and yelled, “Sir, could you please give me a ride? I’m begging you…” Before she could finish, she heard a snarl. “Tina Lynd! Why do I always have to run into you?!” Tina did a double take since the voice was very familiar, and when she turned towards the backseat, she blurted out, “Mr. Langford!”

“Please, someone help me!” But no one came. That’s when I heard it again—the hum. It drifted through the air, wrapping around me like a chilling embrace. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to block it out, but it only grew louder. Then came the screech—a high-pitched, grating sound, like claws raking across stone. It was so sharp, so piercing, that it made my head throb. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears streaming down my face as I tried to drown out the noise. The sound was unbearable, scraping at my mind, driving me to the brink of madness. And then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

Colors seemed to intensify, and the ambient sounds of the bustling marketplace momentarily faded into a distant hum. "Witch!" A woman's scream tore through the silence, a jolt of raw emotion that shattered the walls in my mind. It echoed with an urgency that snapped me out of my haze, an arresting sound that demanded immediate action, leaving lingering ripples of disquiet in its wake. "She's a Witch!"