Emerson’s POV
The sound of the waves crashing loudly against the shore and the gulls woke me the next morning. Shifting into a wolf and going for that run had burnt through a lot of my energy the previous night. I was out like a light as soon as my head hit my makeshift pillow and didn’t wake up even once.
"Ruby? Are you still there?”
I felt her stretching in my head. Now that I had shifted, I felt so much more in tune with her. “I’m in your head. I can’t exactly go anywhere.”
"We need to come up with a plan on what to do next. I can’t go back home.” I advised her.
“I know. I’m sorry about this. It’s my fault. I knew you knew nothing about wolves, and I pushed you too hard. I should have held back until the full moon when I could show you.” She said sadly.
I frowned, “It’s not
