Emma's POV.
I was still vaguely aware of what was going on around me. I could feel Joseph's weight baring down on me as he pressed his paw into my face. I could hear his loud howl echoeing across the mountains. The ground beneath my body was unyielding and cold. It was paintful, lying on top of it. My bones ached. My muscles twisted painfully. My lungs seared with every staggering breath that I took. My mouth tasted like blood and flesh. My eyes refused to open, and I was trapped in a dark cage, forced to listen to the sounds of triumph and victory that was coming from Joseph.
He thought that I was dead. He thought that he had killed me. His utter arrogance had already allowed him to celebrate a victory that did not belong to him yet.
Sure, I was bloodied, but I was not beaten. I was do
