Emma's POV

　　I stared at my reflection in the mirror and seeing the wounds on my back and on my arms, I couldn't help but grit my teeth in anger. I could barely believe that his parents were asking me to return and face the consequences.

　　Likewise, I could only curse them in my head. It felt like everything I had been through in the Nightshade Pack wasn't enough for them. They wanted me to break me into pieces and probably watch me beg for mercy. I threw my head ...