Emerson’s POV
My mother and I stayed up all night talking. By the time the sun rose, I had filled her in on most of my life up right up to the time Malik had taken me from the pack, and I got to learn what her life was like for the past eighteen years. Whilst her room was comfortable and not a jail cell, she still was a prisoner. All her meals were brought up to her room, and if it weren’t for Malik’s second in command going to bat for her, she would never leave the room. But he had convinced Malik to allow her two hours outside each day. The walk in the fresh air was the one thing she looked forward to each day.
She was apologetic that I ended up with a family who didn’t love me the way they should. She was hoping that she could take Malik on a wild goose chase and lose him so she could
