EMMA
A loud growl pierced into my sub-consciousness, jerking my eyes open.
The first thing I saw was my mate’s face twisted in pain, blood spurting out from his mouth. Somehow his face turned into that of my mother with her red hair and expressionless face. And my father wasn’t there to hold back the scream erupting from my inside.
“No!” my voice rang out for the first time in thirteen years.
I scrambled up from the ground, still unaware of what just happened to me. About ten men who all looked like the man in the mask who killed my mother, were few feet away holding bows and arrows ready to shoot again, I instinctively stretched out my hands towards them, feeling the necklace glow brightly from my chest.
I snatched their weapons from them without going close to them and snapped thei
