AMELIA
"We're almost there," Erik said after a while, rousing me from the half-trance-like state I'd slipped into. In a second, I recognized the woods around me, and the driveway we were driving down. It was the one that lead to my pack house.
My stomach clenched as I felt the familiar symptoms of anxiety begin to swell inside me.
The time had come, then - the time when I'd have to confess to my parents why Erik had called them the night before to tell them that I was staying at the Crescents ... I'd have to confess the reason why there were already suspicious and scary rumors about the prince breaking into the Greyhounds' pack house, a puzzling event with no precedents whatsoever, and leaving with me.
"Are you okay?" Erik asked when he noticed my lack of response.
I nodded quick
