"Clara! Clara!" Kyle's voice screams from the distance, I hear him frantically running around outside my room finding something to break through the door.
"Clara can you get to the door!?" Emma shouts worry clear in her voice, but I couldn't help them open the door, I couldn't move.
In what feels like an eternity, the door gets kicked open by Kyle, immediately he's beside my frail beaten up body laying on the floor. I'd just got back from a meeting with the Alpha, according to some pack members I was disrespectful to them. The Alpha tried to beat some sense into me, I just lay there staring up at Kyle's worried face over me.
"It's all gonna be okay" he tells me but his voice soon starts to muffle, I began to hear a more dominant voice.
"My love, Clara, Clara" the voice spoke immediately breaking me out of my horrific memory.