AUTHOR’S POV
Wanda's eyes widened in terror. "What-what are you talking about?" she asked, her voice breaking, and Phyllis grabbed her hands, cutting her off just as panic began to take over. “Listen to me," she demanded urgently. "We need to do this. You must help me free my wolf. It's the only way we can get out of this."
“I don’t know how to do that,” Wanda cried, shaking her head. “I don’t-”
Phyllis leaned closer, her voice dropping but losing none of its intensity. “The stone I told you about is embedded right here.” She pressed her fingers against the center of her chest, just beneath her collarbone. “All you have to do is cut and pry it out.”
Wanda recoiled as if she’d been struck, and her hands began to tremble. “No,” she whispered. “I can’t do that. I can’t hurt you.”
Phylli
