Emma’s POV
I stir, still half-asleep and dreaming of a warm, clean bed and soft sheets. I hear the sound of the cold wind and dread the damp reality that will come.
Then, with a kind of wonder, I'm not dreaming at all. Because my attic room is not dry and warm, not like this heaven place.
I open my eyes slowly, basking in the unfamiliar softness of my nightdress, and the fresh scent of the air. I pull the sheets up to my nose and stretch beneath the soft linen.
How long have I slept?
The strange events of the evening before comes back to me, Jordy caught me at the stripper club and brought me to his home, then a wolf saved my life.
I can't imagine, when we met together, how my life would change in one night.
It's like fate, Jordy finds me no matter where I am.
My gaze searches ar
