NARRATIVE POV
Frankie vaguely remembered what happened.
One minute, she is hanging, literally, outside of Tristan's window in absolute panic that something bad may happen to him once he enters his room, and then the next minute, she is with her trio of wolves in the woods again.
Fragments of what happened were flashing in her mind like a movie trailer premiere. She saw herself sneak inside the bedroom while Oliver had Tristan helplessly pinned against the wall. She could hear the cracking of Tristan's neck beginning. It was someone setting off bubble wrap in my head.
He was dying before her eyes.
She saw her hand reach out and grab something. What, she wasn’t sure, but it was enough to knock Oliver out. But she also knew that it was temporary. Only Dark Sister can defeat this demon wo
