Chapter 113. Done Playing

Emily's POV

The door swung open with such force that it knocked Xavier off his feet and flung him against the wall. He came crashing down on top of the table with his precious toys.

A fierce growl erupted from the entrance, shaking me to my core. This was no normal werewolf at the door.

"You are too late!" Xavier yelled, stammering to his feet with a silver knife embedded in his side. "She will-"

"Over my dead body!" The familiar female voice blew some life into me.

With all of my remaining strength, I lifted my eyes and looked for my rescuer.

"Mom?" I whispered. "You came for me?"

My mother looked different. She had shifted into a dark gray, almost black Lycan wolf. She was surrounded by a gentle, warm breeze that gave her a mythological appearance as it lazily ruffled her fur. Yet her demeanor looked fearless and strong, and her aura was suffocating.

My mother stalked closer to me, reaching out to the shackles around