Raven’s POV
“Raven, let’s go.” Chase urgently said, roughly grabbing a hold of my arm, before he began to pull me behind the bleachers, away from the football field. But as he did so, I couldn’t help but to look over my shoulder at the mass chaos, thinking that there was no way in hell I could just leave all these innocent people, knowing that I was probably the one that had led these rogues straight here.
“Chase, stop. We can’t just leave.” I cried out to him, as I struggled to pull my arm free, while I stopped dead in my tracks, planting my feet in the grass.
Letting out a low growl, he turned, grabbing a hold of my arm once again, this time a bit rougher than the last, before he said to me, “Raven, don’t be stupid. We need to get you out of here.”
Screams now erupted on the footba
