Aurora's POV
"Let me out."
It whispered, the burning sting ravaging through every cell in my body. Resistance was futile until I gave in at that split second.
I blinked, expecting to be back in the darkness, but I wasn't. My fingers clenched into a fist and landed a punch that sent Jew flying across the woods.
"Aurora?" Rod muttered, taking cautious steps toward me.
"Make a move and I will cut off your legs," Valerie threatened, her grip on her axe tightening as I walked closer.
"It's me," I exhaled. It was impossible to explain what had just happened, just like how expanding a steel-bar cage was bizarre.
"It's me, guys."
"How is that—" Rod's response was interrupted by his brother's thunderous roar. "You made him pissed. He's really angry."
