13–A life for a life

Emerson POV,

The room felt warmer, and brighter as the scent of the incense wafts to me, the incense smells minty at the corner of the room. My chest tightens, each breath a struggle as the weight of my surrounding puzzle me.

This is not the pack house and the smell is not familiar except the mint sitting on the counter like a cactus with a burnt smell unpleasant to my nose.

"Oh my! She is awake, the room is kept warm, for her safety."

the flickering light of the lamp helped a bit in the situation, it brought me sight, the only sight I could suffice through with the shadow, and it eases my anxiety. I could hear a man whisper to the tall familiar figure outside,

The minute on, I was convinced there was something about this room, even with my in-depth sense of smell I perceived nothing outside this wall. Amplifying the anxiety, the broad man stood outside the door guarding it I sensed, by his haunches spread and his shoulder broad his statute magnifies the tension that coils in my s