Emily stood at her door, fury was alive inside her, she looked down and saw she'd half shifted. Her father had chased Simile away. Her mother had stood by and let him. Did Andy know? She thought not, Andy would have told her, or she hoped she would, but when her mom had told her how it had happened that Simile had left, Andy had looked her straight in the eye and said it was the truth. How could her father do that? She'd hoped, prayed that when she brought Simile back, told him that they were mated, that he'd support her. But now she knew better. She stripped where she stood, home now, she knew where she could run, knew where she was safe, and she'd run, she needed to, or she'd rip through the door and kill her mother, kill her father. Sliding open her window she looked around to make sure
