Elara’s POV
I had heard about that moment quite a few times, where it felt like an out-of-body experience, watching a scene that never really belonged to you yet felt nestled somewhere in your bones.
It happened so fast that there was barely any time to slow down the events in my mind. One second, I was standing behind Jordan, my head snapping to the side where the growl came from, and the next, I was being pushed through the doors behind me, rough hands gripping my waist into an unfamiliar territory.
So, I did the one thing I knew how to do. I screamed.
“No!” My voice reverberated through the walls as I thrashed about, hitting the arms of the person who held on tight to me. They wouldn’t budge, no matter how hard I hit. No matter how hard I struggled.
“Let me go!”
“Bring her in!”
