72. Brian's End.

Lily's POV:

I shook Blake vigorously but he didn't wake up.

Fuck? Why was Blake not waking up?

I turned my attention back to Brian and began to wonder how he got into our pack and house undetected.

How did he find me?

I felt a surge of fear and anger, mixed with a faint trace of pity wash over me. He looked worse than I remembered. His face was pale and gaunt, his eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and his once glorious hair was matted and greasy. He wore a ragged cloak that barely covered his thin frame. He looked like a walking corpse with a dark aura.

But who was helping him? Because of this stunt he pulled, he couldn't have done it without a witch's help.

"Won't you say anything to me about my new look?" Brian looked dangerous. He had a wicked grin on his face, and he held a silver dagger in his hand. He was staring at me with a twisted obsession as if I was the only thing he cared about in the world.

I scoffed with a sour expression on my face. There was nothing attractive about