The line at the shop is too long. And too slow. The more I'm left by myself, the more my mind starts to panic. I'm a healer. It's my strongest type of magic. I couldn't heal that. My powers can't override a demons no matter how hard I wish it.

Fuck Harry man. He's always had a bit of a temper, but I never knew he would stoop that low.

Flashes of the bloody sight filter through my mind as the line slowly creeps forward.

I've never seen Vik lose his control like that. There shouldn't be blood seen at all. Vik had prided himself on the fact the he could eat with minimal blood stains.

Then Simon. Fuck. He looked close to death. And that's saying something considering he's a guardian angel.

An elbow to my back nudges me forward. I hiss quietly at the person.

"Lines moving. Walk."

Begrudgingly, I move but very, very slowly. I grab a few candy bars and toss them into my already full basket.

Another fifteen minutes later and I'm running down sidewalks to get back to Vik's. The bags crinkle from the jostling and I finally make it.

I pound in Vik's door, no doubt scaring everyone inside. Tobi unlocks it and I burst in, one of the bags finally succumbing to the pressure and spilling everywhere.

"Fuck, Ethan! Chill!"

We work together to haul everything to the table.

"Anything?"

"Simon moves every now and then. Vik groans, but other than that nothing."

A whine draws my attention to them and I watch as Josh, whose still in wolf form, licks both of their faces.

"He hasn't left their side either."