Chapter 108

Tyler* I approached Arya, the urgency in my steps matched the pounding of my heart. The forest around us whispered as the wind blew through the trees, its rustling leaves echoing the tension in the air. "No!" I turned as I heard a loud feminine scream. And there she was, a stark contrast against the darkness—naked and vulnerable, with crimson streaks marring her skin. My gaze narrowed, taking in the sight before me. Cut wounds adorned her body, evidence of a fight. She has transformed too. She was probably Alison and had fought with Ayra. She knelt beside the lifeless form of Robert. With a sense of purpose that bordered on desperation, I turned back to Arya. She needed medical attention as soon as possible. I'll deal with Alison later. I ignored Alison's presence, her sorrowful wails fading into the background as I scooped Arya into my arms. She felt fragile against my chest, her heartbeat a slow rhythm against her chest. I carried her towards my car, opened the passenger doo