Lydia ran down the stairs. They ended up in a small stone room that was clean, unlike upstairs.
A lamp burned on a table. Lydia sat on the floor, hands over her ears, hoping Ethan was okay.
Then she heard steps. Fear filled her as she looked for a weapon. There was nothing.
She tried to change into her wolf, but couldn't. Each try made her weaker.
She bit her lip, trying not to cry. Just when she thought it was over, Ethan fell into the room.
"Ethan!" she said, getting up. He was bleeding, which broke her heart.
As she moved to him, something moved behind him, making a wet sound. She froze.
"No way out," Lydia whispered, voice shaking.
"We're trapped, Ethan."
"I'll get you out, little trouble," Ethan promised.
Lydia started crying. "You're hurt," she whisper
