EMILY’S POV
It’s been three days of constant yapping going on inside her head.
Chaira was a hyper wolf, constantly talking about something.
Most of them didn’t make sense to Emily, and when she asked, Chaira always diverted the conversation to something else.
It was obvious her wolf was hiding something, what exactly it was, Emily was yet to find out.
Today, a fight between the warriors would be displayed, before the party would commence.
According to Sheila, it was one of their traditions.
Roman, would be participating in the fight as one of their warriors.
Emily flipped through the book she was reading, before glancing up at the sound of the door opening.
A short plumb woman walked in, behind her, was her daughter clutching a worn out teddy bear.
Emily had seen this woman
