Chapter sixty eight.

SCAR'S POV.

My eyes moves to the wolf which it's place is now a full, ass, grown bastard.

"My little priestess, you just made it all way too easy for me." He smile smugly.

I jump when a cold metal touches my skin. His hand around my waist holding me in place. "Why don't you look up now."

I slowly do as he says, wishing I had not.

Austen.

My breath seize at the familiar setting.

The same place. In the middle of the woods.

Hell I can even describe the first ten tress around usin details.

The distance between as exactly the same, while I stay rooted to the ground. Unable to move. Just like in the nightmares.

I wasn't still able to escape it in the end. It's all going to happen, again. Right before my eyes. But this time is different.

Thi