Emily's thoughts were like a confused cloud swept by a strong wind, and she didn't know what to choose. The air around them seemed to freeze, and it was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe. At this moment, a voice that seemed to come from afar whispered to her, "Follow your heart." The sound was as slight as a wisp of cotton floating in the air, as if it were nothing, but it was very distinct to her ears. She was pretty sure it was her wolf's voice.
"Shirley, is that you?" Emily tried to find the distant voice in the recesses of her mind. But the voice faded away, as if it had never been there. She felt frustrated and helpless.
"So, Emily. What's your answer?" The gentle voice of King James brought Emily back to her senses, and she rose slowly to her feet.
"Follow your heart, Emily." Again, the words echoed in her head.