It was cold, dark and Emily was starving. She had been running for days and had stopped at a couple of motels along the way. She didn’t have much money and it was going so fast, she had started to panic.
“Go back,” her wolf suggested, and Emily shrugged her off, she couldn’t go back, she wouldn’t go back. Peter had called her every morning and every night since she had left and begged her to return but she told him, she was free, and she wanted to start a new life. Andrea had contacted her as well and Emily hadn’t had the heart to speak to her mother nor her father. She knew they would try to get her to come back home to them and she wouldn’t do that either.
“Hey, miss! Are you lost?” Emily turned at the sound of the voice and saw an older woman in a box truck.
“Um…” she wasn’t sure w
