Emma was standing there in the corner of this foreign room like a scared kitten. Her tears won't stop falling.
She felt betrayed.
Used.
Toyed.
It was as if he broke her trust into gazillions of little shreds and nothing was remaining of it.
She recalled how he promised to never hurt her and yet here she was. He bit her last night, the thought alone was terrifying enough.
He saved her from those men. Her eyes widened in certain realization. She recalled how he instructed her to close her eyes at that time. He hasn't beaten those thugs, perhaps he has killed them, and now as she knows his reality, she can understand why he appeared untouched at that time.
One by one each and everything started to clear up in her head. One thing after another was linking together.
That wolf pendant he
