EMILY’s POV
Emily rested her back against the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in her hands, as she thought about what she had discovered yesterday.
If truly that was her in that picture, then she was somehow related to this pack.
What did that mean for her? She thought.
For so long she, and others had tried to find out where she was from.
They had all given up, and she had moved on with her life.
Now this, Why now?
Lately everything in her life was confusing, from her wolf, her babies, Roman, and now this.
For a moment, she wanted time to go back to when it was just her, Stefan and Roman.
Those were happier days, or had she simply just been ignorant then too.
Emily sighed, sipping from her cup of coffee, her eyes glancing at the clock hanging on the far corner of the room.
