Ayla
“Where is she?” Emily said as soon as I stepped out of the room. She tried to look into the room, but I blocked the entrance with my body and firmly shut the door.
“What do you want?” I asked, irritated by the intrusion.
“What do I want? I want your daughter to explain how half the courtyard is covered in solid ice and a thick layer of snow!"
“Don’t yell. You’ll wake her. And this is the northern pack, isn’t it? It’s always cold here; who’s to say it’s not…”
“Don’t you dare,” she interrupted. “Don’t you dare tell me anything about this place. It’s cold here; yes, we have snow and solid ice, but that happens outside, not in the courtyard! Your daughter did that. Stacy saw…”
“Stacy could’ve seen anything. I saw something entirely different: a scared child in a different environmen
