Emma pov
"We came to say that lunch is ready," Faylen announces with a sweet, smiling voice.
"Do you like spaghetti and meatballs?" Amelia asks Charlotte with an enthusiastic smile, and the little wolf nods in agreement.
"Kylian made it, so I can't guarantee it'll be good. But it's definitely not raw," Amelia jokes, extending her hand to Charlotte.
The girl looks at me with anticipation, and I encourage her with a look. Charlotte climbs down from the bed and walks towards Amelia, taking the teenager's hand.
Faylen and I follow a few steps behind, watching Amelia engage Charlotte in conversation. Faylen has changed clothes, and I notice an improvised sling on her shoulder, supporting her arm.
"Did everything go well?" I ask, pointing with my chin at the shoulder that was shot.
"Yes,
