Derek balled his fists, still having a grip on his wolf, as he stared with anger at the little girl whom he could break into two with just a snap of his wolf fingers.
"Let us go." He said, gritting his teeth, not wanting to dwell on why she needed his mate. His main problem was getting them out of here.
He could feel the distraught state of his little witch and he felt bad about it. He wished he hadn't brought her here. He had wanted to show her the Seven Falls, before they had gotten interrupted by the little girl.
He rubbed her arms up and down, trying to calm her down. He could understand her state; she was just a week old here, and already, something or someone was looking for her, planning to take her away.
"Sorry, I can't." The girl stated, before laughing crazily, and all of a sudden she metamorphosed into an apparition, the exact ghostly feature Emma had seen earlier.
