Emma.
The realization hit me hard as I looked around.
I was Trapped.
Cornered on a bridge with wolves coming at me from every direction. My pulse raced wildly as I watched the figures approach.
My fingers clutched the steering wheel so tightly it hurt. Could this be it?
“Please, no, please, no," I mumbled helplessly.
I couldn't bring myself to move. I was stuck in the driver's seat with my lungs almost failing me and my blood coating the seat in drops. The arrow has injured me terribly and I had no idea how to stop the bleeding.
“Please,” My voice was barely a whisper, but I forced myself to sit up straighter, to look at them with what strength I had left.
Two wolves had come even closer to the car, to talking distance, while the rest remained on the bridge, blocking the way
