Elena's P.O.V
I felt the vice-like grip of the Lycans claws tightening around me, constricting my movements, my breath hitching in my throat. Panic surged through me as I recognized the strength of the one who had caught up to me—it was Vincent. I struggled against his hold, my mind racing with fear and confusion.
Why was he doing this? Why had he tracked me down like this?
"Let me go!" I pleaded, desperation lacing my voice as I squirmed in his grasp, my eyes wide with terror but his grip only tightened, and I winced as the pressure increased, a sharp pain coursing through me.
In that moment, plummeting to my death felt like a better option that going back to Vincent's castle.
