*storm's POV*

"You don't have to come with me." I said, forcing the words out as I looked back at Scott. He had gone so still, his expression carved in stone. How could he was to be mixed up in this? The fact was, I was so terrified of this place. Something I couldn't even remember from my childhood warned me I was in great danger and the increasing volume of the dripping water was nearly driving me out of my mind. Every instinct told me to run, but my body and mind refused to obey the command.

I knew Scott exuded power and confidence. I couldn't imagine any mare...