CHLOE
The pack house was empty when I returned. Well, not exactly empty like there was nothing and no one in there, more like I walked in and the house was unusually quiet. The only scents in the air were that of Emma. The others lingered but were far too stale to have been recent.
I frowned as I entered in through the kitchen and found only Emma by a table. She had a cup of tea in her hand and she was staring down at it like it was a scrying bowl and held all the answers to her problems.
I almost felt bad having to jolt her out of whatever reverie she had fallen into. But she jolted regardless of my effort to remain quiet. As soon as she heard my foot steps, and smelled my scent, she was dropping the cup on the table and coming up to come meet me.
"Goddess above Chloe." She exclaimed
