“Are you sure you want to stay back here? I can book a close-by hotel for you to stay in.”

Emma shook her head to her father’s second attempt to stop her from staying at the cabin. Probably because it smelt of medicines, coma and despair. It needed a whole lot of cleaning too. But Emma knew that if she was to undergo a shift now-Maya had told her the morning she had left the pack about the intricacies of being a werewolf-she would need to do it in a place that was void of people.

She couldn’t afford to be seen. And so, here was the best place to...