Emily's pov
What a nice day, I grunted, handing the dirty towel to a maid and feeling terribly guilty for making her handle my vomit. A perfectly shitty day following another shitty day.
"I need the restroom," I grumbled, getting up and heading to the bathroom just outside the office.
I couldn't believe it: I was not anemic, and my probably-not-parents had given me a pill for a condition I didn't have.
They had lied to me and deceived me for twenty-two years.
Twenty-two.
I took a deep breath and turned the faucet on, refreshing my neck, wrists, and hands with cold water.
I felt my wolf stir within me, restless, ready to come out… but I was too tired and debilitated for a complete shift. I let my nails lengthen, strengthen and curve, turning into lethal claws, and allowed my eyes t
