#Chapter 22: Lower Than Dirt

Ava For what felt like an eternity, the room was pitch black. The sounds of the violent struggle between Chris and Olivia filled the space, echoing and bouncing off of the walls. It wasn’t until I finally managed to fumble my way over to the torch and light it that I finally made out what was happening. Chris had Olivia pinned up against the wall by her wrists, their faces mere inches apart. Both of them had their fangs dropped and their teeth bared. But then, Olivia sneered and tilted her head to the side, exposing the fair skin of her neck. “Go on, brother,” she hissed. “End me.” Of course, Chris wouldn’t harm his sister in that way. With one final growl, he released her wrists and stepped back. His fangs receded as he wiped the spittle from his mouth with the back of his hand, and meanwhile, I rushed over to the two Omegas who were still laying on the floor and began to tend to them. Thankfully, their wounds weren’t fatal—but they were horrific, like something out of