Shay's Point of View
I throw the book that I have been trying to read on the bed, in frustration, as I stand up and start to pace in front of it. Emily left a few hours ago, and she still hasn't come back. My anxiety keeps on building, making me feel on edge and the negative thoughts are starting to run through my head. Thoughts like, what if Emily was caught? What if they killed her? Or what if this has all been a ploy, and she ran straight to her mate or Ethan? But as that last thought flits through my mind, I also remember the look on her face when she realized what Ethan was about to do, the bruises on her face this morning and shake my head at myself. No, that's not it... It has to be something else... I make my way over to the counter. I need some coffee. I put the water on and run
