Emma POV
Bryn moved swiftly, preparing for Clay's transformation. As I looked out of the window, my nerves tingled, a mix of excitement and worry swirling within me. I longed for Clay to be like me. Yet, a nagging thought persisted - was he doing this for himself or for me?
Outside, I could see Clay interacting effortlessly with my brother. Their laughter echoed through the air, a symphony of camaraderie. Noah, thoroughly amused by Clay's skills, couldn't help but be entertained. Clay was a formidable fighter, moved with grace and speed, his intelligence evident despite his reluctance to acknowledge it.
Jennifer joined me at the window, her presence soothing amidst my inner turmoil. She nudged me gently, urging me to talk to Clay. "If you're worried, Emma, have a conversation with him,"
