“We need to find her. From the looks of the background, I think this might be Rosewood Park near the college
His calm, decisive tone helped ground me, even as panic threatened to take hold.
“Let’s go,” I said, my voice stronger than 1 felt.
The sedan’s changing direction. It’s headed for Rosewood Park.
The drive to Rosewood Park was a blur, my thoughts racing with worry.
When we arrived, the scene that greeted us was far from reassuring.
The park was filled with teenagers, most of them gathered in groups, bobbing their heads to loud rock music that echoed through the treas
As Leo and I stepped out of the limo, a few of them whistled, and some stared at us with misty eyed expressions, their faces alight with uncharacteristic exuberance.
A scream suddenly erupted, cutting through the noise.
My heart clenched as we pushed through the crowd, heading toward the source of the commotion.
The crowd thickened, with people pressing in to get a closer look, their phones held high as they recorded the scene unfolding before them.
My blood ran cold when I saw what was happening at the center of the crowd.
A woman pinned Emma to the ground and straddled her like a predator.
When I saw the woman’s face, the blood in my body was about to freeze.
The face that bore a slight resemblance to Aria was more than familiar to me; she was Aria’s sister, Sorcia.
She was grabbing Emma’s head, slapping it repeatedly before slamming it into the hard ground with a sickening thud.
“Stop!” I screamed, but the noise of the crowd drowned out my voice.
Leo was quicker to act, surging forward and grabbing Sorcia’s arms, yanking her off Emma with a force that sent Sorcia stumbling backward.
I rushed to Emma, quickly stripping off my jacket and wrapping it around her shivering body.
Her clothes were torn, her skin marred with bruises and cuts, and she trembled uncontrollably, unable to form a coherent sentence.
“It’s okay, Emma… it’s okay,” I whispered, trying to soothe her as I pulled her closer.
My wolf, Lena, stirred within me, her presence a steadying force.
“Lena, can you help her?” I asked, my voice pleading.
*I’ll do what I can,* Lena responded, her tone somber.
A warmth spread through me as she began to work, her energy flowing into Emma, attempting to heal her physical wounds.
Emma’s shaking gradually subsided, and her breathing evened out as she slipped into unconsciousness in my arms.
I let out a shaky breath, grateful for the temporary reprieve.
“Lena, what’s happening?” I asked, desperate for answers.
*Her body will heal. Lena said, her voice heavy with the weight of the situation. *But her mind… that’s something I can’t fix. She’s been through too much, and staying awake would only break her further. I had to let her pass out so she can begin to heal.*
I couldn’t afford to fall apart now. I had to be strong for Emma
Meanwhile, the crowd had grown more restless.
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