The morning after the trip to Silas’s office, the house felt a little less heavy. The diamonds around my neck were cool against my skin, a constant weight that reminded me I wasn't going anywhere. But even with all the money and the properties Silas had shown me, I still felt like an outsider in a house full of wolves.
The triplets were busy with pack meetings downstairs. They had been trying to keep me away from Isabella, which I appreciated, but it meant I was spending a lot of time alone in the garden.
I was sitting on a wooden bench near the back of the estate, watching the bees move among the flowers. I heard soft footsteps on the grass. I didn't even have to look up to know who it was. Emma was always there, a few paces behind me, quiet and steady.
"You’re quiet today, Emma," I sa
