---- Grace didn't lie... the fire was real. Everything's gone!" Jones's bloodshot eyes locked onto Kyle as he charged forward and punched him-hard-right across the face. Kyle staggered, falling to the ground. Rose screamed and ran toward him, but Jones shoved her aside. Both men were trembling with rage. Then, they transformed. Two massive wolves snarled and lunged, brawling in the ashes. Ash and soot clouded the air as the wolves clashed, fangs bared, fury unleashed. They didn't stop until they were completely spent. Finally, they collapsed apart, panting, scorched and scraped. Jones slumped down, face ashen, despair written in every line on his face. ---- "How could I have been so blind, believing your damn lies? Why didn't I answer that call that day? If I had... If I'd just answered... I could've come back in time... Grace is still in there. I know it. I can dig her out. I have to." He crawled forward again, clawing at the rubble with bare, bloody hands. Kyle spat out blood, stood up shakily, and turned to leave. ''There's no body. She's not dead. Grace is mad, that's all. She burned the house to scare us." Jones's lifeless eyes lit up with a faint spark of hope. "You're right. Grace isn't dead. We'll find her. Now. Let's go." He scrambled to his feet and ran after Kyle. "Kyle! Jones! Wait-ah!" Rose tried to follow but misstepped on the charred remains. Her ankle twisted, and she fell with a cry. Unfortunately, neither of them looked back. ---- They simply told the assistant, ''Take Rose to the hospital." Immediately, two cars sped off, vanishing ina blink.