Emily’s POV:
I feel like we have been at this for hours. I know Hunter’s party is going to start in less than an hour. I sent Alyson out to get the Olive Garden order and had her put all the food in Hunter’s office.
Victria sits in front of me, holding my hands. There are at least a hundred candles lit around me and Elijah sits in a chair behind Victria with one leg up. He sits back while rubbing his forehead.
“You’re saying it wrong.” He says for the hundredth time.
“Gah.” Victria lets out a frustrated grunt. “Then you do it!”
He flicks his hand away from his face. “I can’t. I am not a werewolf.”
“Well, then.” Victria looks like she is about to scream. She turns and shakes her head around at Elijah. She readjusts herself and starts a low chant again.
“Nope, you’ll never get an
