The tension in my car was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Emma was silent for the past ten minutes as I navigated the narrow, bumpy forest road leading to my pack lands. I wrecked my brain trying to come up with something to reassure her and convince her that everything would be fine, but I drew blank.
So, in the end, I just took her hand in mine and held it tightly, kissing it gently from time to time. Emma squeezed my hand back and threw me a grateful glance each time I did it, but her worried grimace never eased.
It was a beautiful, warm Saturday morning with a hint of rain and moss in the air. Actually, it was the first sunny day after three days of rain, which is why I decided today would be perfect for taking Emma to meet my pack. Our pack.
I still couldn't believe how
