Chapter 58

Emma’s POV

"Emma, do you know how to fight?" Austin produces a long knife, holding it as if I've never seen such a thing in my life.

"Not well, but worse than you, apparently. I'm a weak werewolf, not a warrior."

Lydia reaches out and plucks it from my loose grasp. "I can cut the bad people open with that and then sew them up, but I won't kill them."

Austin looks down at me, frowning. Then he reaches into the big bag that he's taking with him and hands me a seashell.

"What's this? A shell?" I look at him blankly.

"It's a good luck charm."

"Oh." I tuck it into the small pocket of my garment.

Before Austin heads out, he tells me that there is a secret spot where we can hide ourselves. He gives us a map, then shifts into a giant werewolf and rushes outside.

Lydia and I make us skirt our way around the battlefield as best we can, staying hidden as much as possible.

I have never been so scared in all my life, even when the battle sin't exactly raging all around us.

We can hear gunfire, me