Anne was backing away against the wall as Emma was steadily getting closer. The kindness and compassion in the white-haired girl's expression did nothing to reduce the werelynx's anxiety.
"Y— You can help by getting the fuck away from me!" Anne screamed in a panic. Her body quickly transformed into its werelynx form out of pure defensive instinct.
She knew she couldn't attack Emma. Even if she might win against her, especially if Emma continued getting closer, there were a handful of beings in that room who would turn her into a bloody smear on the wall in seconds if she tried.
Being who were ignoring her screams.
Viljar frowned and looked behind him to see what was going on, but Erik put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head. Viljar's frown deepened, because he had no idea what was going on, but he trusted Erik, so he didn't move. But he did continue to stare at Anne.
