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Stasia led Em to a small clearing at the edge of the nearby woods that must have been used by the pack. There were chairs set up all around the fire pit, and Em could just imagine how fun it would be to roast s'mores on a cool night. But the sun was high overhead, and she and her sister weren't out here for snacks.
Though Em could have used one. The drive out to the farm was long, and she had found that her werewolf metabolism had her eating a lot more. Oh well. She could suffer for a little while.
"Dad’s talking with divorce lawyers," Stasia said as she settled into her seat. "I swear AR did a little dance when he heard that." AR was their oldest brother and their father's right-hand man.
Em felt just a little satisfaction at the news. "Serves the name stealer right," she grumbled.
