EMMA
“Emma!”
I heard Zyk call my name from about twenty miles away, but I kept on walking towards the boundary that demarcated werewolves from humans.
It was raining so heavily now, even the border guards had umbrellas, although theirs were made of irons.
The rain’s torrent thumped loudly on the single umbrella covering my dad and me. I got if from one of the nurses who said she’d rather die than see us walk into the rain without it. Still though, my shoes were wet and my feet, soaked.
“Don’t do anything you’re going to regret child,” my father said for the umpteenth time.
“I’ll be fine dad.” I replied him simply and continued the slow pace but my father stopped so I had to, as I was the one holding the umbrella.
“I know you’re doing this for my sake, but you really don’t hav
