Aaron’s POV.
Emma's voice trembled with disbelief and familiarity as she uttered my name. Her wide-eyed expression hinted at a more profound connection, one that lurked beneath the surface of her current predicament. Instinctively, I tightened my grip, shielding her from potential harm.
"Emma? How do you know who I am?" I questioned, my voice filled with both curiosity and concern. I gently set her down on her feet, allowing her a moment to steady herself, her fragile frame swaying slightly.
The young girl's lips quivered as she struggled to find the words. "I... I heard stories about you, about the Alpha who would protect us." Her voice was barely above a whisper as if the weight of her trauma prevented her from speaking louder. "They said you were our last hope."
My heart sank as
