Azura's blood ran cold as she sensed another presence in the room, standing right beside her bed, just out of her line of sight. Her survival instincts screamed at her to turn, to scream, to do something—
But before she could even twitch, the figure launched onto her bed like a predator pouncing on prey, grabbing her wrist with an iron grip.
"Azura! What the hell is going on?! Why I can't smell Cora's scent on you anymore?!"
Azura's brain, still buffering from the mental wolf-kick, finally registered the face in front of her.
Oh. It was Azura Williams' brother. Her annoying brother.
But... who was Cora? Was she a pet? A secret lover? A very small, very important hamster?
"Wait, Jerry, what do you mean?" she blurted out, genuinely confused.
Her brother's face twisted into a mask of frustration and bewilderment.
"Jerry?! Who the hell is Jerry?!"
