Emma's POV
My shoulders sag in defeat. "Well, I...um..." His intense stare makes it hard for me to think straight. "Can I head back to my pack?" I ask, and he narrows his gaze.
"Why? Didn't you say they didn't want you because you're a suspect in that girl's case?"
"Ava. That's her name. And she was my best friend," I whisper, feeling a tightness in my chest. "You might think that I killed her, but I really loved and cared for her."
His eyes soften a little, and he turns his gaze to the hedges of the garden. "If you want to search for clues, you can't do that in your pack. Someone will find you, and you'll be punished."
My lips purse. "I know. But I still want to see if I can find anything. If I don't try, I'll never know." I look at the ground below, shifting my weight from one foot
