Chapter 14

Delilah's POV:

We walked the dark corridors in the dim light emitting from the torch. The man was grabbing my hand in a tight hold while walking briskly. I was panting, "Uncle John, can we please walk slower? I am getting tired."

His pace didn't slow down, "No, kiddo. We must hurry up."

I huffed out, "You are a big man but I am just a 3-year-old girl with tiny legs."

Jogging forward, he insisted, "We don't have much time."

His words were not registering in my immature mind. I turned my neck around. There was only utter darkness behind us. Staring at nothing, I asked curiously, "Who were those wolves coming into our house?"

I was heaved up in his arms, "Bad wolves, kiddo. Really really bad wolves."

My wavy hair bobbed up and down in his arms, "Where are we going, Uncle John."

"To the safe space," replied the man.

Finally, after what felt like hours, we reached the end of the corridor. There was a wooden ladder against the end wall and above that, there was a door locked with c