"What I need to understand is why you lied to me?" I asked, annoyed at Emre.
"What do you mean?" He asked sheepishly.
"You told me your name is Ansel; it's not. It's Emre," I slammed down the black and white picture Elder John had given me.
"Ansel is my name, Emre is my middle name. I go by Ansel because it's less confusing for Americans. We thought it would be best to go by our middle names when we came here. So my full name is …" he trailed off because he realized I wasn't buying it, "sorry, I didn't know if I could trust you."
"Well, you can; trust me, I want to help you. I got you an audience with the Alpha. Let's go." Emre was already ready and waiting for me, so he grabbed his coat, and we were off.
The wind was howling, and the trees were swaying. It looked like a storm was br
