“So, in other words, there is no way to know which of them is the prophecy, till tomorrow then, right?” Shane inquired, folding his arms across his chest, his mind also going out to Emma who would be alone on her eighteenth birthday.

He could swear that her family, the one at Florida, won't understand what was going on with her. He wondered what she would be doing now. Was she at home yet? Did she miss Derek? He glanced at his alpha, and sighed. Dude looked so lost.

“Most likely. But I can say that it is Emma. The way she tackled and killed Casper, the wizard that Leonarya...