Emily’s POV:
Justin and Hunter walked with me everywhere that I went. Even when I went to the restroom, they followed me in so that I wouldn’t try to run and go to Svetlana to try and stop the inevitable deaths of my friends. If one of them had to leave, the other would literally hold onto my arm so I couldn’t escape from them. I couldn’t catch a break from anything. They also brought me food for dinner, but I didn’t want any of it. In honor of those that had died, we had deer for dinner. It’s apparently one of the favorites for a lot of werewolves. I don’t care for it much, but Justin and Hunter went to town on theirs.
“Are you really not going to eat that?” Justin asked between bites.
I shake my head no and hand it over to him. He gladly takes it with wide eyes and slide the rest of
