Emmeline’s POV Hopeless, worthless, weak, dangerous and liability. Those were the words that circulated my mind daily since I lost Dr. Lincoln. Every day all I could do is lay in bed and stare at the wall contemplating my choices. Choice number one, tell Clark and receive safety from the pack. Choice number two, runaway and hide from everyone. Choice number 3, turn myself over to Dominic. Days went by as I contemplated the pros and cons of each of these options silently in my head. I could sense others trying to comfort me, but all I felt was numb. Everyday Clark would put his arms around me and talk to me. However, all I could hear in my mind was the threat that was scribbled in blood across the office wall. Today the person trying to get me out

