Amelia POV
I had pins and needles starting in my fingers. That’s a good sign. I hope that the wolfsbane is beginning to wear off.
Enya has been ramming her head continuously into the fog that separates us.
I can’t see what’s going on, but I start to hear footsteps, and it’s about ten people.
My heart starts to pound, and the pins and needles get worse.
If Noah is searching for me, they will all split up, not come in a group of ten.
My breathing is ragged, and I’m feeling lightheaded from what I can only imagine is a panic attack.
Oh god.
He’s going to make me be his mate.
He’ll kill our baby!
Enya!
This must be who Chelsea was phoning I hear them talking in hushed voices, and I don’t recognise their voices or who it is.
They’ve come for me.
The voices get louder,
