BPOV
I
shivered as a cold draft whispered through the cave. I pulled the
thin blanket to my chest, wishing for warmth and food.
"Where did it go? The spark from the night sky still shines in my head," I croaked, muttering to myself. "The blood's still glossy through the fire. Nothing can make the stain go away…"
The screams rang through my head and I huddled further into the dark corner.
