Alpha Raven
Azraiel ordered, his voice tight, before heading straight for the balcony.
The moment he stepped onto the balcony, his heart sank to his stomach. Charlotte lay unconscious on the cold floor, surrounded by a pool of her own blood. The glass door to the balcony was wide open, but she hadn’t moved an inch.
Charlotte was lying in a pool of her own blood, her body limp, pale as death. Deep gashes ran down her arms, and her nails had lengthened into claws, her fangs protruding from her mouth. Her skin was ghostly white, almost translucent, and her chest barely moved as she breathed. A glass door was open behind her, leading to the garden, but she hadn’t made it far. She was still on the floor, unm