Emma's POV
I froze mid-step, my breath hitching in my throat as the figure shot past me. It stopped dead ahead, and when it turned to face me, my stomach dropped. My heart felt like it had just run a marathon.
“Lita…” I whispered to my wolf, panic clawing at my voice. “What the hell is that? Is that… is that a vampire?”
Silence.
Oh, great. Of all the times for her to ghost me, she chose now? Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I tightened my fists, trying not to scream.
The man—or creature—started moving toward me. Slowly. Deliberately. His steps echoed like a death knell, casual as if he had all the time in the world to rip me apart. My feet instinctively moved backward, retreating step by shaky step.
“A little help here, Lita!” I begged.
Finally, her voice broke through the fog in my mi
