Emma

Twenty-five years later

A gasp resounds in the crowd as Ace looks down at me wide-eyed.

Holding my arm, I keep shivering as the adrenaline pumps through me.

“It’s nothing,” I say, my voice shaking as I hold my burned forearm, the blood dripping through my fingers.

His worried face suddenly shifts, his caring expression morphing into a frown. “How the fuck can you tell me that it is nothing?”

My heart squeezes, making me open my eyes.

I must have fallen asleep during the ride.

Staring outside my window, I watch the trees pass by, the landscape slowly transforming as we’re nearing the royal pack’s territory.

Serena has...