EMILY
"I can't tell you what to do, Emily," Aunt Lena muttered, reaching for my shoulder and then patting it. "But I need you to be smart, and there's hardly any reason to open that envelope."
"I will be honest here,” Rachel started, throwing her hands in the air, “I kinda agree with some of the things Grace said.“
“That cats taste funny?“ Aunt Lena wondered aloud. “That woman's mind has to be a horror house.“
Rachel, now on her feet again, let out, "Wait... but we can all agree that it's ridiculous that we allow the werewolves lord over us when there's literally a grown blood witch alive. I mean, who's supposed to be our saviour? Or is this our kind's fate forever? Oh, I'm just curious here."
Trying to wave it off, I voiced out, "How about you drop it already? Violence breeds violen
