Emma's POV
I paused, holding the burger midair, and stopped chewing. I turned to look at John.
“Leave the pack in what sense?” I ask.
“Leave Hailey and the triplets, stop living with them,” he said.
I sighed and dropped the hamburger, “I think of that every day, but I can't leave the pack house unless I become an adult when no one can tell me what to do anymore, if I dare leave now, I will be in bigger trouble,” I answered.
“Hmmm,” he hummed in response. “Anyway, do you know what the good news is!” he exclaimed loudly. He turned to look at me, his gray eyes probing me.
“What?” I mutter, drinking my ice cream. He looks at me like he can't believe what he's hearing.
“Come on Emma, don't be a mood killer, did the drugs the nurse gave you really dull some of your brain cells?” he asks,
