Emma POV

I was sitting in the diner with Amy, sipping my vanilla milkshake.

It’s been three days since I found out who I was, and I’ve been under constant supervision from my brother and Logan. I couldn’t shift, and they barely let me out of the house. I fought tooth and nail to be here with Amy without one of them breathing down my neck.

Andrew and Logan were in the packhouse, picking up on their work. Drake left to go to his pack, but he said ...