Clay POV
As I slowly regained consciousness, a musty smell filled my nostrils. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls. A faint sound of dripping water echoed in the background. Panic started to rise within me as I realized I was bound. I strained to see through the darkness, calling out for Emma, but she was nowhere to be found.
"Keep calm, mate is right outside," Baldur's voice echoed in my mind. I felt a surge of something uncontrollable coursing through me, a force I couldn't resist. "Something took over you, something I could not stop. Mate and her family did this to stop us from harming anyone," Baldur's voice whispered in my mind.
"Did I hurt her?" I asked, the weight of worry settling in.
"You snapped mate's wrist holding onto her, but she has healed," his words
