Emma's POV
I woke up to Lita’s nagging voice in my head. Again.
"Emma, you can’t keep avoiding training like this." She sounded all serious, as usual.
I groaned. "Lita, come on. Do you see what Leo puts those guys through? They look half-dead by the time he’s done! What if he breaks me? I’m a werewolf, not some invincible hybrid like him."
"You’re a Silver Wolf," she reminded me for the hundredth time, her voice dripping with pride like that actually meant something to me. "You need to prepare. The fate of the world rests on your shoulders."
I rolled my eyes so hard, I thought they might get stuck in the back of my head. "Oh, not this again. The ‘fate of the world’ speech. You’ve gotta come up with something new, Lita. I swear if you say that one more time—"
"You need to shift first
