Emily's POV
My heart shot to my throat as I watched Joey Blackthorne scale the wall with ease, the snow-dusted roof glinting dangerously. By the time I opened my mouth to yell at him again, he was hoisting himself through the window, landing in my room with a satisfied smirk.
Never in my life had a boy ever broken into my room before. It was something straight out of a romance book, it was thrilling, exciting and forbidden, knowing Luna Celeste would throw a fit if she knew her precious son was in the weakest omega's room at the witching hour. A small smirk played on my lips.
"You're crazy," I snapped, stepping back. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? What if you'd fallen?"
He shrugged, brushing snow off his jacket. "Then you'd have to explain to the pack why you have a dea
