C59 Regan

My blood ran cold. The howl was unmistakable—at least for me.

Charlie.

I shoved bodies aside, ignored their well-wishes, and ran for the stage. The sound had come from Charlie’s room backstage. I couldn’t explain how I knew it had been her. I just did.

“What was that?” Another set of feet pounded at my heels. Carter.

“Charlie,” was all I had time for before I hit the door