Emmett POV
My mind was a chaotic jumble, as if the dark witch had established an unbreakable connection with me. Perhaps she always has since the moment she cursed me.
The dark witch’s voice echoed in my mind and my head throbbed with intense pain. It felt as if a thousand needles were pricking at my temples. The anger and madness that surged within me threatened to consume my every thought, but I fought against it with every ounce of my being.
My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to anchor myself in reality. The room around me seemed to spin. Sweat trickled down my forehead, evidence of the internal struggle I was facing. The sheer intensity of the situation was overwhelming, and I could feel my body trembling with both fear and determination.
But a
