Someone … help … me!” he screamed; each word ripped his throat raw.

r u ppl rly losin ur shit over a # wickd was a bigger change than this i didn’t even see this much backlash about the no telepathy thing frankly im more pressed abt that tbh


He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air.


Words burst from Gally’s mouth. “They … can control me … I don’t—” His eyes bulged, a hand went to his throat as if he were choking. “I … have … to …” Each word was a croaking cough. Then he stilled, his face calming, his body relaxing.

The chorus of voices had grown silent, but someone spoke as they yanked him over the sharp edge of the dark box. And Thomas knew he’d never forget the words.

“Nice to meet ya, shank,” the boy said.
“Welcome to the Glade.”