Emerald Pov
“Holy s**t!” Yorke exclaims and I pull away from Lincoln. I turn and run to hug Yorke next. He grips me a lot tighter than Lincoln did.
“Are you okay Em?” He asks with deep breaths.
“Yes I’m fine,” I pull back and turn to look at Lincoln. He is staring at his fathers lifeless body on the floor. A puddle of blood surrounding him. “All thanks to Lincoln.”
His eyes snap up to mine and they soften. “Go.” He demands. “Go wake Arlo. I will deal with this.”
I nod and grab Yorke’s hand before misting back to Blue Claw.
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Still holding the mirror in one hand and Yorke’s hand in the other, I burst through the pack house doors.
“I have the-…” I stop. Completely stunned as I am face to face with Arlo.
Arlo is sitting in a chair. Don’t get me wrong, he looks like s**t, but
