Emily

I was biting my nails, my anxiety coursing through me like venom from a snake. It was almost crippling; I didn’t want to move or rather, I couldn’t move from the place where Feren and I sat. We were in a hidden safe house, one that Tristan owned, and his father had built so long ago. It was large and spacious and warm, at least it was warm. But despite that, I still shivered as if I were freezing.

Feren had returned from speaking with the other women of the pack. She ...