EMILY'S POV
I had pounce on the person who was dropped on our conversation. He had groaned from the pain and tried to fight back. He was human I could see because it was so easy for me to get rid of him.
My claws did they work as I scratched him several times without stopping. The blood kept spilling on my face, but I wasn't concerned, he must not escape if not he will know I'm a werewolf, and he will tell people about what we discussed.
So, either way, he had to die. I watch him struggle with his life and the finally gave up.
Aunty and Irene, Dane's mother, ran up to me. By this time, I was done with him and had shape-shifted back to my human form.
"Who is this?" Aunty asked.
" I do not know and don't care to know." I answered, trying to wrap myself up.
"That is one of the men that
