Rachel shivered, more than ever.
The only she could do was stare at the scratches.
She slowly, very slowly, stood up, walking to the wall where Jack had died. She ran her fingers over the deep scratches in the wall. The paw who made them had been so small, so fragile. just as the heart that wasn't beating anymore.
Pictures of Jamie laying on the ground, with a bullet in his heart, flashed through her head.
She stared.
Macon frowned. "wait, you were blacked out, how could you...?" it was clicking. "were you only playing to be blacked out?"





























