Emily's POV

A huge white building greeted me as I drove up the driveway. I lived in the building—the pack house—for almost a year and knew the place like the back of my hand.

A youngish blond guard rushed closer as I set foot out of the truck. He looked about nineteen.

"Morning Parker," he bowed. "King Xavier is waiting for you."

I nodded and handed him the truck keys.

"Parker?" He asked, looking at me confused.

"I'll be running back in wolf form," I ...