"Emma?!” They said frantically. “Emma wake up!” My mind tried placing the voice to a face, but failed. I was too tired to do anything, both physically and mentally. He gently placed his hands against my cheeks and turned my face to him.
"Please wake up..." his voice cracked.
I forced my eyes to open and immediately felt the sting in my eyes.
"Lincoln... but how—" My vision blurred. A miracle.
"Thank the moon goddess you're alive," he said as he pulled me onto a sitting position and into a hug.
"Moon goddess? Lincoln, what are you doing here?" I panicked. How did he find me? What— I paused. No... He wouldn’t have been able to find me on his own. Not unless—
"This is my home...”
"You're what..." Was he a part of this? Was our friendship even real? “Did you know this would happen?"
He didn't respond.
"Our friendship was never a lie. I—we weren't supposed to become friends, but—" He grabbed my hands. "Emma, I'm sorry." His face showed his pain. Pain he felt because of what was happening to me perhaps. Guilt, I believe, I saw too. "I never meant for this to happen, none of this was supposed to happen. Please believe me. I'll do—”
"Lincoln," called Mason as he narrowed his eyes at him. Lincoln slowly let go of me and stood up.
"What the hell do you want Mason?” I asked, anger laced with my words. He shifted his gaze to me.
"Let's go Lincoln," he said without taking his eyes off of me.
"No, I'm not letting anything else happen to her," Lincoln said.
Mason's hands formed into fists. “Lincoln. Move. Now." Mason's eyes turned a darker shade of blue and his lips formed into a thin line. Did his eyes just—
Lincoln didn't move. How was he not afraid? Was he also—
I noticed Lincoln's hands twitch for a second as if he wanted to move. His body tensed and I could tell from the look of his hardened jaw that he was fighting with himself.
"Stop! Let him go!" I demanded. Claws grew from Mason's fingernails. He began to dig them into Lincoln's neck causing him to bleed.
What the hell?! Fear coursed through my veins.
Lincoln's face slowly began to turn pale. Mason was going to kill Lincoln. There was no doubt about it. I couldn't just sit here and watch it happen. Even if Lincoln did know this would happen, I did believe our friendship was real.
Mason instantly let go of Lincoln and crouched down in front of me. I watched as Lincoln laid on the ground coughing and grasping for air before turning my attention to Mason.
"What do you want?" I asked, staring into his eyes.
"Survive. That's all I ask for now."
"Emma don't listen to him," Lincoln said. I shifted my gaze to him and back to Mason.
"By survive you mean surviving whatever the hell that thing was earlier?” Mason nodded.
I took a deep breath.
"Promise me you won't inflict any harm on Lincoln," I stated.
"Emma stop!" Lincoln said. Mason nodded before standing up and making his way towards the door.
"You have three minutes Lincoln," Mason said before walking out of the room.
"Emma what did you just do? Why would you—” Lincoln sat next to me.
I smiled at him and said, "I'll make it out." I’d try to, no matter what.
Lincoln looked away.
I wrapped my arms around him and said, "I promise I'll make it. When I get out of here, I want you to be the first person I see, okay?" He pulled away from the hug and slightly nodded his head. “When I get out of here, you’ll tell me everything.” Another nod.
I was going to make it through. I had to. I was going to make them pay for everything they did to me, but I knew I had to make it out alive before I could do anything. Anger began to fuel inside of me.
The door at the back of the room opened, but I couldn't see anything on the other side of it. It was dark beyond the frame of the door. A growl erupted in the room and then came the beast from out of the shadows. It was the same beast as last time.
The wolf stood high and mighty on its four legs. It stared at me like a predator staring at its prey. That's what it really was. I was the prey and it was the predator.
I wasn't going to let myself become the prey.
I slowly stood up, not breaking eye contact with the wolf. My palms began to sweat. I had to be smart about what I was going to do. I couldn't just do nothing while it attacked me. I knew I couldn't kill it. I could at least wound it and that could stop it from hurting me, even if it meant for a bit.
I had to survive. I had to find my parents. I needed to know why all of this was happening to me. I had to get back home to Audrey and Nathan. I was going to fight back this time and however many times I needed to.
I would survive.
I balled my hands into fights, staring into the brown eyes of the wolf. I forced myself to stand.
"Bring it on," I said.
The wolf growled and lunged at me.