"Your eyes, Nathan. What's wrong?!" Ryder rushed forward, his voice carrying more panic than he intended. He grabbed Nathan's shoulders, scanning his friend's face as if searching for something invisible.
Nathan breathed heavily, his eyes glimmering with a strange exhaustion. Hah… "I'm fine. I'm fine," he reassured, though his voice lacked conviction. "I just… peeked at something I shouldn't have." He winced, pushing himself up slowly, the movement almost reluctant.
Ryder exhaled in relief, though his brows remained furrowed. "That was close, I was getting worried that you—"
BOOM!
The sound tore through the air like a gunshot.
Aaron's head snapped toward Nathan, his irises blooming into a deep, unnatural red. The sight of fresh blood dripping from Nathan's eyes lit something feral in him. It wasn't just interest—it was obsession.
Before anyone could react, Aaron's body blurred.
