Lucas
Emma drifted off to sleep as her body became slacker and her breathing deepened. At this rate of hostility and intensity, I doubt we would be staying for dinner or the night. Why did Henry have to throw a winch into such a perfect day? I could feel his hatred. You didn’t have to be a werewolf to see his dislike for me. Emma gave a small twitch, frowning in her sleep. I let out a sigh rubbing her arm in comfort. It saddened me that she couldn’t even have a peaceful nap.
“It’s all your fault.” Henry spat in a harsh whisper.
I snapped my head up narrowing my eyes in disgust at him unable to stop a small growl rip through my chest. He seemed a little confused and rattled at what he clearly would feel radiating off of me, my power, and authority. If he was a wolf, he would be cring
