Emily's POV
I gathered my strength as the carriage came to a stop. I stepped from the carriage, holding Dean tightly in my arms. Before me lay the Ghost Pack's territory: cold, inviting nothingness. My heart ached at the thought of Drake, of all that I had just lost. But there would be no time for that. I must be strong, not just for me but for Dean.
The moment my feet had touched the ground, I knew Philip was there. His smug grin and arrogant gait fed the bubbling of my anger. He'd got me into this mess, manipulated the council, and torn me from Drake. I couldn't let him get away with it.
The moment he came within reach, without wasting another second, I lifted my hand and slapped him across the face. The sound of my slapping hand intermingled with his skin as air pressed between, and
