Emma's POV
Five days. Five whole freaking days in this dump. I don’t know how much longer I can take it. We were supposed to leave three days ago for the Shadow Fang Pack, but every passing minute here is making me doubt if I even want to go there. Why should I? I could just go back to the Full Moon Pack.
This could be my one chance to meet Alpha Damon and clear Andrea’s name—and mine too. I don’t care how much she denies it; I know Andrea didn’t kill Camila. She’s no murderer. But every time I bring it up, she shuts me down.
"Emma, it’s suicide," she keeps telling me. "Damon will lock us up, throw us in the dungeon, and make us wish we were dead."
Ridiculous. Alpha Damon might have a temper, but he wouldn’t do that to me. I served him for years. My parents served him before me, back
