Amelia’s POV
I shrunk up against the wall, frightened by the approaching man. I would do what I needed to do to defend myself and my baby, but I was hoping to avoid a fight altogether. The prisoners here were werewolves. As a human, I wouldn’t stand much chance against them if it came to a fight.
Yet the younger man kept moving closer and closer. He put his hands in front of him, his fingers like claws.
“Stay back!” I called out. “I will fight back!”
“What will you do, little witchy? How will you stand against me?” he started to spit his words, his hatred clear. “What makes you think you have any right to bring another little witch into this world? Vile, terrible creature.”
“She might curse you,” said the figure at the cell door.
“I’m already cursed. How long have I been down here, r
