MILLIE
Locke’s mother was fast to grab back my hair, making me wince as the stinging pain travelled down my spine. She brought out a blade from a sheath that was under her dress which was concealed and then she pointed it at my neck. My body shook as I felt the cold metal just inches away from my skin, ready to slaughter me and send me to the hereafter. I tried to hold back my tears, afraid that even a little motion would set her off and I would be dead.
A wolf entered the room, adding to my list of things to panic about. But when the wolf laid his eyes on me, I knew I could recognize those golden eyes anywhere. Roman had come to save me but he had shifted into a wolf. I watched him, jaw slacked as he started to shift back, and within seconds, he was back to his human form, clothes rip
