Emma's POV
And the genuine concern in his tone piqued my curiosity. A vampire asking if I'm okay, didn't he smell that I'm a werewolf, the very creature they're supposed to kill on sight? "Excuse me," his voice called out once more, and my heart raced with fear. Slowly, I managed to snap my head up, my eyes widening in shock. It was that exact man that resembled the beast that haunted my nightmares.
Remembering the terrifying encounter in that room earlier, a rush of emotions flooded over me. Shame, fear, and confusion all intertwined, causing me to tremble uncontrollably. The weight of what I had experienced was almost unbearable, and this made me suspicious of this very one standing in front of me.
"I'm... fine," I replied, my voice tinged with a mix of caution and disdain. I
