EMILY
“Oh, no,” I cried out, falling to the ground with a bedsheet in my hands, clinging to it as I sobbed. “No, no, no.”
In less than a minute, Jake was with me, rocking me in his arms. I hadn't yet told him what I heard but I guessed he had a vague idea. When I did tell him, he was horrified by the idea of werewolves torturing my family. As I spoke, I began to think about Aunt Lena and Rachel, stripped of all their clothes and being tortured. Oh, my goodness… Rachel too! According to Jonathan, the werewolves weren't kind to them and in his words, “whatever you can fathom of heartless, wayward werewolf men could do to two vulnerable women… then be sure they did it.”
I said this all to Jake and he held me even closer to himself. There wasn't really much he could say to me. He couldn't
