Amelia's POV
Freya and I took a few steps backward as the men drew nearer.
My heart kept pounding in my chest, threatening to escape.
Freya squeezed my hand, but it didn’t do much to calm me.
The forest around us was eerily quiet; the only sounds were our ragged breaths, the gushing stream, and the crunch of leaves under the men’s boots.
"Alright," I said, my voice shaky, "what do you want?"
The men exchanged looks, and the one in front, who seemed to be their leader, stepped forward.
He had a rough look about him, with a scar running down his cheek and eyes that seemed to glint with malice. "We were sent to bring you home," he said, his voice gruff.
"Who are you, and who sent you?" I retorted.
"We are the ones asking the questions, darling, and you are the one to answer. Just fol
