Chapter 57 FIFTY EIGHT
EMILY’S POV
Emily was constantly anxious, Alpha Castor last words to her, acting as an anchor to her increasing paranoia.
“Are you still thinking about what Alpha Castor said?” Roman asked her, disrupting her deep thinking.
Emily sighed, sipping from the fresh pineapple juice he had placed in front of her. “It’s just if this rogue knows, I am just wondering who else knows about me.” It’s a bit nerve wracking to know that you are on so many people's radar.
Roman moved towards her, hugging her as he gently patted her back. “We are going to sort all this very soon, it’s going to be fine. Do you want me to stay with you?” he asked.
“No,” Emily says, removing herself from his embrace. “It’s fine, I can manage fine on my own.”
Roman stared at her for a moment, before kissing her forehead. He grabbed his backpack, waving her goodbye, before leaving for work.
He had been cooped up in this house with Emily for two days now, ever since Alpha Castor had told her about the rogue’s looking for her, Emily has refused to step out of the house. Roman had stayed with her, while Sheila came later in the day to check on her.
Emily, drank the remaining juice, she cleaned up the kitchen, before going upstairs to her room. She still wasn’t sleeping as much as she did before, Emily hoped that she could at least rest a little today. She was beyond exhausted, and this close to slumping down.
Emily laid on her bed, waiting for sleep. She stood up, going towards her drawer where she had hidden the phone Anthony gave to her. She walked back to her bed, trying to understand how the phone worked. There was only one number on it, she dialed the number, waiting for Anthony to pick up.
The phone rang and rang, but nobody picked up. Emily groaned in frustration, before dropping the phone at her bedside. Hopefully, Anthony sees the call, and then calls her back.
She sighs, before laying back down on her bed, she laid there, humming her favorite song. Emily couldn’t tell the exact time she fell asleep, but next thing she knew, she was dreaming vividly or should she say Astral projecting.
Emily gasped, trying to grasp where she was. Everything was pitch black, the only source of light was the fading glow of the moonlight, coming from the tiny window at the far left corner of the room she was in.
Oh God Emily whispers, clutching her stomach as sharp painful kicks came from her babies. They were kicking aggressively inside her, as if they could feel the tremors of fear running through her veins.
She had astral projected again, Emily didn’t know how she could tell, but something deep inside her knew this wasn’t a dream.
The what ifs were tearing Emily apart. The last time, her heart had stopped. And now, she was all alone at home. What if Roman didn’t come back on time, what if Sheila didn’t come for her regular check ups, what was going to happen to her, or her babies.
Emily hyperventilated, the room suddenly closing in on her, as fear stained every part of her. This was all her fault she thought, if only she hadn’t fallen asleep, she wouldn’t be in this predicament.
“For the love of God child, calm down. I can smell your fear, and if I can, very soon they will be alerted to your presence.”
Emily glanced up, trying to gauge where the voice was coming from.
“Who is there?” she whispered, hugging herself close. How many people were in this room? Emily pondered, stretching her eyes into the darkness.
She could see a silhouette huddled at the far corner of the room.
Whoever it was, laughed quietly, before stopping abruptly. Fearful silence stretched across the room, making Emily’s heartbeat increase.
Please!! please! Emily prayed quietly, she asked the moon goddess to give her directions and the strength to go back to her body.
“Come forward child,” the figure spoke from the darkness. “I can tell what you are, the question is why?” Why are you here?”
“I don’t know,”Emily mutters.
“You are with child?” the figure spoke again, carefully, the figure stood up, before moving towards Emily.
Emily stood up from where she had hid herself, walking tentatively towards the figure.
“Can you help me?” she asked, using the wall to guide herself. As if answering her prayers, the moonlight became brighter, its rays illuminating the room. Emily could see better now, she was in a holding cell, not a room like she had thought.
A tiny bed was pushed to the far corner. Plates of uneaten food beside it, carvings littered the whole walls, some had been done with blood.
Emily glanced at the figure in front of her. She gasped, a familiar face that had plagued her dreams staring back at her.
Camille!! Emily whispers in shock, staring at the face in front of her. Camille looked older and worn out, her once beautiful hair, scanty and dirty looking. Her nails were injured, as if she had spent years using them to scrape against the wall. She looked utterly malnourished, with one of her eyes completely white.
“Who are you?” Camille whispered back, stretching her hands out.
“It’s me,” Emily cried out, moving towards her. She hugged her, crying at the sight of Camille.
“Snow!!!” Camille mutters, hugging her back. She stiffened suddenly, before pushing Emily back.
“No! no!” she mutters, “you can’t be here, I did everything they wanted, you can’t be here”
“It’s fine, I am not really here, I am in your dream.” “Where are you?”she asked. “We could come rescue you, you just need to tell me where you are.”
“What do you mean?” Camille asked, shaking her head in confusion. “Wait, don’t answer that. Don’t tell me anything about you, if not they would find out. The less I know, the more I can keep you safe.”
“Who are these people?” Emily asked, “you need to tell me where you are. Once I leave here, I can tell Alpha Castor, and together we can find you.”
“Castor!” Camille mutters her mate's name sorrowfully, before bursting into tears. “Are you with him?” She asked, wiping her tears away.
Emily nodded, tears falling down her face. She had never expected to find Camille in such a way, but at least Emily was glad she was still alive.
“You need to leave,” Camille says suddenly. “They are coming, they have devices that can do things. I don’t want them to know about you.” Emily didn’t say anything, She didn’t want Camille to know it was already too late.
“I don’t know how to wake myself up,” Emily mutters sheepishly.
“I was never taught about this, but I need you to try, think about your body, imagine it strongly.” Camille glanced around in panic, “you need to leave," she screamed out. Emily clutched her head, Camile voice ringing through her brain. She envisions her body, her room, and finally Roman.
Emily jerked up, gasping for breath. She coughed out loud, her head pounding.
She glanced around, the familiar sight of her room, making her slump down on her bed in relief.
She was safely back into her body.
Now that she had figured out how to come back to her body, Emily vowed to herself to visit Camille again.