Emma's POV
I paced the room, running my fingers through my tangled hair, glancing at the clock on the wall. Training was in fifteen minutes, but Andrea’s sudden arrival threw me off. My mind was racing.
Should I tell her everything? About Lita, about being a silver wolf, about the weight pressing down on my shoulders every second of every day? No. Lita made it clear—no one could know.
"Wait, Andrea, don’t leave yet!" I blurted, stopping her just as she reached the door.
Andrea paused, turning back to face me with a raised brow. “Aren’t you supposed to be heading to the training ground right about now? Don’t tell me King Leo’s finally scaring you off.”
I scoffed, pulling her by the hand and making her sit on the edge of my bed. "Scaring me off? As if. I’m tougher than that, thank you
