Derek cussed, as he heard the offer of the witch girl. He might kill off the small girl at this rate. She couldn't be more than 18 years.
"No, I'm not." Emma replied, and Derek soughed in relief.
"Just tell me why you are here." She stated, drowning her curiosity. Of course, she was interested in the girl's side of story on why she was scenting this way that seemed to cause the guys to drool at her but she had a feeling that it will come at a steep price. She wasn't ready for that.
She would have to accept that she was scenting this way either because of the bottled liquid that Maya had given her or because of the fact that she had slept with Derek, a werewolf.
And she wasn't still sure about his werewolf origin yet.
"Oh, okay. If you say so." The girl replied, her face turning serious then, the smirk and sly smile totally disappearing.
"Where is my aunt? What happened to her?" She asked.
Emma laughed then, an avenue to let the threatening tears flow.
It made her remember the l
