I stared at the Emerald Heirloom resting in the velvet box my father placed in my hands.
I couldn’t believe my parents were giving this to me. It was a treasure that they couldn’t bear to part with.
This gem was a symbol of the unwavering strength of the Crescent Pack and it felt wrong, utterly wrong, to use this sacred object as the price of my own freedom.
"Dad, Mom, no," I whispered, shaking my head violently. "I can’t. We can’t part with this. This isn't just money; it's the last piece of our Crescent Pack history." I said.
I couldn’t sell this, no, not for this course. Even though our pack had fallen and was in ruins it didn’t mean we shouldn’t protect its treasures.
My mother gently closed the box. "Ariana, this jewelry is our insurance. But what good is insurance if our only
