Author's pov.

Jake and Agatha stood still as the door closed them in. Jake used his werewolf sight to look into the darkness.

“What just happened?” He asked as he stared at Agatha, his face flickered to anger. “Did you do this?” He snapped.

“Ohh… I did,” she frowned. “I thought it was the only way to get closer to you,” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

“I need to find a way out,” Jake hissed. “I can't stand another moment with you,”

“Like I do,” Agatha scoffed as she snapped her fingers, immediately the whole room lit up.

Jake turned to her. “Can you get us out?, Or...