Emily's POV

It had been two days since I left the Ghostly Pack, and ever since, I couldn’t help but notice the way Lia looked at me, her eyes always full of contempt. She seemed to be planning her next move, waiting for any chance to cause more trouble. But I didn’t care about her schemes. I had more important things on my mind.

I walked into the kitchen, determined to make breakfast for Dean. He had been weak these last two days after everything Lia had done to him, and he’d asked me to prepare his favorite meal to help him feel better. Just as I started cooking, I...