Emily Pov

　　The air escapes from my lungs as I watch the video play on the television. My hand automatically goes to my lips, showing my shock. The huge wolf is just like the one that saved me earlier this year. It has lupine red eyes and fur as black as night, almost pitch-black on camera. But the difference was in the gentleness. Benson had saved me from the kidnappers, torn them all apart, creating a sea of blood and guts all over the room, but he never laid a finger on ...